The beginning of the end

A powerful voice sounded from nowhere and ordered: “Shut up, I want to watch TV”.

The day was sunny, few clouds on the sky, nice temperature. But suddenly, the sky got black in few minutes. Thunders shook the walls forcing the dogs to hide under the beds. The day turned out into night and it wasn't a solar eclipse. The lightnings illuminated the dark sky.

The South wind blew furiously while the housewives were obligating their daughters to take the clothes from the clothesline before the raindrops could reach the soil as bullets. The girls who refused to do so and confronted their mothers saying “go you there” were painfully hit by Havaianas sandals their mothers threw against their heads. The unlucky ones were hit by Crocs'. The windstorm took off the roof tiles that flew against poor people's body. Chaos was taking place.

From the high of the roof of his house, in the highest point of the shantytown, the evangelic minister announced the Rapture. It did look like the Apocalypse. The religious people were crying and speaking in tongues begging for compassion while roof tiles was hitting them as guided missiles. The atheists was just observing them and after the minister was hit by a Brasilit tile in the middle of his face flying to death, they made fun of the religious: “Where is your God now”? So both of the groups slapped the faces of each other defending their believes and their disbelieves.

A powerful voice sounded from nowhere and ordered: “Shut up, I want to watch TV”. And a lightning fell among those who were fighting, killing and silencing them.

And in this scene of final judgment, a group of people were taking pictures in front of the mirror to post them on Orkut: “This is just me getting ready to the end of the world, kisses”. When they look at the mirror, they don't see their own reflexion. They see much more. They see them strong, courageous, powerful. People who were an example to be followed. They saw perfection. Their minds were closed, impenetrable. Their eyes saw what they wanted to see. Their ears heard what they wanted to hear. And around the piercing on their bellybuttons, there were people orbiting, the Earth, the planets, the galaxies and whatever exists.

They were ultra-powerful people. When diving on their minds and seeing the world through their eyes, we can see a reality that isn't real at all, but for them, it is.

If they were a planet, they would orbit a phallocentric system and their moons would be phallus. The envy is the high frequently used noun of their limited vocabulary. It isn't easy to be gorgeous, it isn't easy to be hot, it isn't easy to be a trendsetter, it isn't easy. Having phallic moons bothers envy people who doesn't have it. Others happiness bothers. This is a very envy world indeed.

The ultra-powerful don't need to make friends because the world is on their feet, requests its friendship. They have hundreds of friends. When publishing a shirtless picture, a lot of people like, a lot of people desire “wow in my house”. Flaming proctus. Ultra-powerful people don't regret of anything they did or didn't. They don't care, they don't think of the consequences of the attitudes they had and didn't have. The world is envy just because they are superior.

The Deluge flooded the little city. Noah's ark haven't come. The atheists sank and the religious fundamentalists floated on the water but they didn't go up to Heaven as they wished so desperately. The brick ceiling fell down over the ultra-powerful people heads and they survived to the Apocalypse. They were cockroaches, now ready to eat the dregs.

Now We Are Free by Cathrine Makabali