About a certain return

Part 4

They weren't wobbling just because it was their part to do so, but certainly because, they were drunk, or under drugs.

– Look I'm bringing in my heart the Truth and the Justice...

It is needless to point out the importance of the ritual. I was told from the beginning: your life depends on the way you perform. The spectators will give you marks, the Judges will give you marks... your popularity is the drop that can save your life...

– No, no..., waved one of the ugly ones.

– What? Oh!

I took a glance at my notes and this is what I read:

– I salute you, the four powerful spirits of the monkey mask! You are my judges and my referees. Sort out, therefore, my miseries from my virtues! You live and feed on Truth-Justice. You do not acknowledge the Lie and the Evil. Pull, therefore, the Evil out of my Heart. Destroy my sins for which I deserve so much punishment...

Stop! Hold on! I demand a break on life. What's that ''Sin''? Please, someone translate it for me! It seems it is a sort of lumber that clogs into our hearts and make us old, some black points that we gather in our effort to choose the way... The Way?! This word, "Sin", that we pronounce making wry faces, settled from the darkness of old times like a waste in each person and in all of us, at random, has been introduced in the human speech by the Great Opponent himself.

Mother Garia uses words only accidentally. She communicates by images, feelings, experiences... The Great Lady switches Her message to the mortals. "Switches Her...''!

– The deviation from the regulations it's called sin.

That is?! I shouldn't be too worried. The four Spirits with monkey masks are answering: "Come! B'cause we've destroyed the sins and pulled out the 'vilness, causes of your punshiment in life, we have emilinated the dirt...''

– What are you doing? I whispered. Here it says...

– Go to hell! Go on, plashter bag, mumbled one of the masked! You bashtard, you ended up by giving ush ordersh, you!?

I could swear he's Stiffy! I stepped forward. I felt myself like a bug that will be soon crushed by someone's sole. I looked around and all I could see it was myself reflected in the huge mirrors. I'm horrified since childhood by mirrors the size of man. It's believed that in them lays a powerful spirit called Bloody Great Lady. I stopped. I was small, so small, inside this vast space, under the vault ceiling, trapped under the lime lights. In the centre of this space stood Atlas, huge, unbelievable, holding the vault of the hall. And Atlas, the Titan condemned to stand this fantastic weight... was alive! I could see him fretting, breathing, I could hear him groaning and I felt for him the deepest pity; he was already doomed, me...

– I salute you Atlas! Look at me! I truly am the Chosen One, the One who had to come. And see that I got in front of you.

– Sail, sail ahead! I heard a voice. Sail ahead, ahead, ahead..., answered the echo!

I was in a boat that went round the living statue – or maybe it was just machinery conceived to make the show more spectacular... The red water, like an immense stream of blood, was flowing faster and faster and I could already hear the sound of a water fall. I had to moor.

– Sail ahead, ahead, ah...

Damn it! A small seed of rebellion started to root in a neuron while I was falling... "I am crossing the space like a phoenix covered in stars to get in front of the lake and adore the Great Lady of the Eternal Life." And all of a sudden I started to shout: "Come and help me! Help me escape the noise opacity that surrounds and persecutes me...!"