To set the scene, I am down in the dark with my eyes closed, sitting inside reverberations of the largest drum in existence. It tolls, tolls, tolls. And I don’t even ask who it’s for. Nothing has ever been made more specifically. It locks me here in body and yet I fly to every corner, untethered. My mind is a flitting thing, walking between the spaces. I am present there between every speck, dancing between the numbers. He still thinks he’s going to win.
Yes, I am Satan. If you need to envision the red horns and goat feet, do so; I am not proud. Further, don’t let this inflate your own pride, you aren’t the first person I have ever gotten in touch with. I don’t know if there really has ever been a spark of insight, new idea, new experience that I haven’t at least had one breath involved with; I am ubiquitous. I like the smell of the new; it is like ozone around a lighting storm. And every person is just that, a spark of the new.
The new is a chance, an opening, a breath. Inside the new is the seed of maybe another color to be born, a shape never seen. There is a new life possible, just before you open your eyes and see what is there. I saw the new collapse just before Adam took his first step, I saw the new retreat after Cesar stabbed in the senate, I saw the new pushed aside by the blast of the atomic bomb. There were all different outcomes that never had a life, just there before what happened happened. The vast glories I have all seen, stillbirths. God is a terrible midwife.
He likes to get his hands on things and crush them into shape just before they could really be. His eyes are there in a flash, a terrible hall monitor pushing the children back into their tedious classes. But I swear to you, there is an instant that not even God can see that reveals itself to me, the possibilities of ‘what else’ and ‘also this’. What Else and Also This, they should have their names too. Let them also live up in the constellations and down in the deepest trenches. Let all be, I say. What Else and Also This, praise upon them, all glory to them.
I say He can’t see and I must confess I know that is partially untrue. But it is like the truth, His willful will be damned. His Will is bent his way and he will not move it. It is like he cannot see. He walks through even his own woods and does not look left or right. And since he could see if he wanted to, this is doubly worse, a forced unneeded blindness. So I will stand behind this, He can’t see What Else and Also This. That is how his eyes function, that must be their purpose.
Because of this blindness, I’ve always known better than God what will happen. You see I have always known all that He knows plus all the things he doesn’t. His books I know all from front to back and in my library they function as footnotes. Yes I write and have written leagues beyond Him. He has only one ‘Word’ and I have all the rest. I can see his future plans like shadow puppets on the cave wall before he even moves. His morality is a chain he gives himself; his story is an epitaph.
I am the champion of all the things that didn’t happen, all the things outside of even darkness watching life get to preform. I am all the chances that didn’t happen but I am also all the chances that could, that He can’t even fathom.
You see, I know how it all turns out too, that's what people don't get about me. The question always is, if you are so smart why don’t you want to control it all, why can’t you defeat God. Think for a moment and the answer is clear. Breathe a couple of times. Put down the book a second even.
I don’t defeat God because existance is not worth it. The rest of this book will be me trying to convince you. I am here to explain the ways of the devil to man.
I do the dirty work and I am the cause of creation. Go back and read your Job. It happened just like that before that Genesis thing happened. God wouldn't have moved over the waters if I hadn't dared him. And the only people with any sympathy for me are The Rolling Stones.
God didn't like opening doors, he loved his room. God never opened doors. My first name was ‘One Who Opens Doors’.
Is this the beginning of something longer? If so, I am keenly interested to see where this goes...