There be Monsters Out There

A mother monster with a big head, big eyes, and no arms looking for her baby who hiding behind a stump.
‘Wiggle Much’ Baby Hiding from Mama by Herbert Crowley

Look out there. Look close. Do you see them? Those dangerous souls.

No, not them. They just have bullhorns and bats. They mean to keep the peace.

No, not them, either. Those are the pretty people parading in their Sunday best and preening before the rest of us. The "real" folk. They live in the good places where only good people live. We know the good places are good because the people with bullhorns and bats keep the dangerous people out. The people with the bullhorns and bats protect the good people, and oh the scandal when one of the good people is discovered to not be so good. When that happens, I hear the people with bullhorns will scream all day and night warning everyone about the traitor in their midst. At night, though, that is when the knives come out.

That is what the stories say, at least. We don't worry about the good folk, though. It is those dangerous people we need to fear. They can't see how good the good folk are. They don't understand. Don't listen to them when they tell you how there are monsters lurking in the good folk. You can't judge the good folk by their monsters. That would be wrong. The people with bullhorns and bats have said as much.

When the good people make monsters, that is an accident, a mistake, a tragedy. When the dangerous people make monsters, that is the natural outcome. There is no paradox only the reality of bullhorns and bats.

What are we? Why, we're the monsters, dear. The good people and the dangerous people are dying. The people with bullhorns and bats are turning on each other. It is quite a mess. Soon, we'll be the only things that remain.

SON  And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFF  Every one.
SON  Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF  Why, the honest men.
SON  Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there
are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest
men and hang up them.

- Macbeth Act 4, Scene 2

Oh and buy The Temple of Silence at Beehive Books. It has many of Herbert Crowley's works and looks amazing!



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