A Man In Black knocked on my door this morning and before the door was fully open he said:
“Even your most insignificant dreams are impossible to conceptualize and make a reality”
There was an awkward pause and he continued:
“Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and savory flavor?” and then handed me a Bible with pages completely blank except for a Stuffed Turkey recipe on page 69
The Jehovah’s Witness Protection religion has adopted some strange tactics.
I asked him who he was
He responded with, who do you think I am?
I said that question didn’t answer my question
He said that perhaps it did, more than I realized
I asked him to explain
He said nothing as his vacant eyes looked through mine
I asked him who he wanted to be
He said nothing. An eyelid twitched and he blinked twice and turned away
I asked him why he had such trouble answering me. Did he not know or not wish to say?
We sat in silence, the question wafting about overhead like cigarette smoke
He turned back to me and asked why I was talking to him in the first place. Why wouldn’t I just let him alone to finish his drink in peace?
I said nothing.
He asked me what my deal was. Who was I, anyway?
I responded with, who do you think I am?
He looked me right in the eyes, a direct connection, his irises simmering like a pot of water about to boil
Our questions answered.