LIFE WITHOUT IDOLS like any protestant I go to my empty room to worship surrounded by mine enemies a ray of light breaks in from god or the devil and I set to work cleaning and confessing my sins if this room were not empty there would be one other human being at least to help me bear it and if the confession became too shaming I could point to him however this is not allowed and the cleaning needs to be done plus there is a moment to come when I must imagine the room as full of wealth and people tears of gratitude light my eyes they see rivers parting rivers crossed the wind settles on my shoulders like wings I only have to believe a few things and then I will fly with my friend by my side no longer alone and afraid I have become at last as simple as my empty room and my friend says let's go home we can sit on the porch and have a cup of coffee and a piece of pie