An Old Friend I've Never Met

I'm standing in a field with a blue-red dream state
spinning its web of fractals across my so called
senses. Next to me is an entity that once was a guy
who shared the sacrament, but now is a glow that
chuckles now and then.

In the distance I hear the dogs barking, barking in
frustration because something is amiss, the humans are
off key. I quickly spit out a routine of a dog's life
behind a fence barking and growling at a mystery while
its master screams, "What the f**k are you barking
for!?"

And the baffled dog replies, "Don't know. I'm just
tired of eating the same s**t all the time."

I hear another slight chuckle from the myopic taciturn
man-aura to my left (whatever "left" means).

"Man, take a look at the sky!" he exclaims, like a
trumpet announcing the approach of the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse.

I quickly shift my attention from the ground, with its
morphing geometrical orgy of blues and reds, to
straight up (whatever "up" means) into the starry
night sky and instantly understand mankind's ancient
love affair with the heavens. But on my canvas there's
a little bit of hell mixed in for contrast.

Everything in my breath is connected to that! Worlds
are dying and civilizations are just giving birth to
gods in their image. Ego infested sentient beings are
plotting and scheming to systematically lull their
masses to sleep while they ransack the souls left
behind by distraction. A being is, for the first time,
using a language to accurately describe the true
meaning of love to an audience of indifference.

I take a deep breath from the cold intoxicating
universe, turn connectedly towards Greg, and simply
say, "Woof!".