THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO MY BEAUTIFUL CHILD, JEREMIAH IN MEMORIAM
There is a world where only one man lives. He is the most egotistical and vain person in the
universe. A title that must be quite a feather in his cap. He needs no one but himself and an
adoring and captive audience. The whole planet is a desert except for the Egotist's sumptuous
and spectacular palace. A grand palace which is surrounded by beautiful trees and gardens,
fantastic, white fountains gushing sparkling, blue water and gigantic peacocks that stroll
through the palace grounds, like aristocratic ladies, spreading their glorious tails and making
strange, screeching sounds. They are the only animals on this world. The palace and grounds
are maintained by magic and has no need of servants or caretakers. The Egotist's every wish
or command is granted and obeyed and all he has to do is live!
When he awakens to the soothing music, he rises like a young prince from his large bed and
silken sheets to go to his massive bedroom dresser which contains his toiletries. After combing
his long, black silken hair, he carefully applies a special make-up to his face to conceal the wor-
risome yet growing wrinkles that are gradually ravaging his tender face. Once dressed in his
finest robes of embroidered silk and wearing his choice of glittering jewelry, he proceeds to a
cavernous yet luxurious room of ornate beauty where one hundred mirrors of all kinds hang
upon it's walls. He goes to each mirror and stares intently into the mirrors image of him.
Sometimes he cannot resist and makes a silly face, he is, after all, human. But mostly, he
looks deeply into each image, thinking many things, mainly, how different he looks in each
mirror. Some he can only reach by climbing a small, gold ladder. There are hardships and
risks in being so perfect and wonderful!
After this intense occupation, he goes to a huge, airy studio. Inside are many new tech-
nical and mechanical tools for creating art images. In a tiny, neglected area of the studio
is a small table, broken and gathering dust, where many papers of failed attempts at draw=
ing are lying- now quite forgotten. With the help of his machines, the Egotist does not need
to know how to draw. He proceeds to make images full of all kinds of patterns and colors
that most people find pleasant yet intriguing and he hopes, challenging.
On one side of the walls is a mechanical monstrosity that creates music. It holds hundreds
of fantastic knobs and buttons that produce all the sounds that exist in the universe. The E-
gotist plays around with the knobs and buttons and creates hypnotic music to go with his I-
mages. When finished he the images and music to go to his special theater.
In the evening, he goes to his massive elaborate study full of books collected from worlds
and spends much time studying them, searching for the perfect words and phrases to go
with his images. The words are purposely obscure and mystical to confuse and attract at the
same time, in case that he is at an impasse. They are also interchangeable and have a strong
touch of elitist intelligence for good measure.
All of this activity is for a weekly show that he gives by invitation only. Thousands of guests
come to his special theater to see his new work. They feel quite fortunate, in fact.
From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands at the special
theater which is filling with a huge crowd. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next
to his heart.
He joins the audience which is mostly made of very young people. They are eas-
ily impressed and the Egotist fancies himself quite the wonderful teacher and molder of
young minds. He demands complete worship and adoration of his greatness. And in that
vein, his theater is a masterpiece of architecture to display his greatness. How fortunate his
Once all are seated, the Egotist enters the stage with a fanfare of music and exploding fire-
works, almost like a rock star. On enormous screens are his new images. He goes to a dia-
mond podium and proceeds to explain with great theatrical flare each of the images that ap-
pear, one after another, on the screens, as the hypnotic music that he created plays in the
background. The audience is completely enthralled by the whole presentation. They eat up
each beautiful word, sound and image. They do not really understand what they are look-
ing at or what they hear- but, somehow, it sounds so wonderful and high-minded that they
feel that it must be that they are in the presence of pure genius, When the Egotist has fin=
ished his show, he bows in feigned humility and leaves the stage to the loud and thunder-
ous applause from the audience, peppered with many' bravos'.
As the audience files out they are handed a box of delicious chocolates and a small book
containing all of the new images they saw on the stage. Little do they know, that after a
couple of hours, the images will fade away. The Egotist is afraid of being copied and he will
share his greatness so far.
As the audience leaves, the young man smiles and shakes his head in disbelief. There is
nothing to help here. It is all quite silly, but also quite harmless. The people go home happy
supposedly inspired by greatness and a little fatter. While the Egotist goes to sleep with
sweet dreams of himself. The Egotist is only a ridiculous fool and he will never change, nor
does he want to. His punishment will be the passing of time that he cannot stop. When he is
old, wrinkled and quite forgotten, maybe then he will understand his nonsense and folly. Right
now, it is not worth the trouble, the young man has more important things to tend to. He laughs
and waves farewell to the Egotist and his silly world as he soars off into space to continue on his
journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always.