Still he wonders: Why am I here?
Opinions differ. The archons thought we'd need a template, some frame of
first complexity on which to tweak new form. Phylogeny recapitulates, they said,
new media containing old. You might be our reptile brain.
But they were wrong, of course, as heresies must be. There was always more than
brain involved here (even brain choral), though they would not see this, despisers of
Flesh is meat, you say. But that is why we love you, Rider. We respect your mind.
We need your body. We want you for your dreams.
That sounds perverse.
Life is perverse.