Behold! the firesnake slithers
With a grace and revolting cunning the serpent of the flames worms its way toward me and I look on with horror, recoil with amazement, turn away with curiosity. The firesnake is at my feet now, though I dare not look upon it.
“What are you doing, boy?” says it, and I cannot respond, mustn’t respond, will not respond.
“I am recoiling with amazement,” I answer, “For if I do not acknowledge your existence, you will not exist in my reality.”
“Such is the natural state of Man,” the firesnake curses with disgust, “To close his eyes and believe the rest of the world has gone blind.”
And off it goes.