"What are you transgressions?"
"I strive for too much. At heart I'm a revolutionary."
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to change this world." he said with softness.
"But it means having such a high self opinion. It can't not mean it. To believe changing the world is possible, one must believe that they are special enough to change the world. Even as they clearly are not."
"And how do you know that you are clearly not?"
"You mean other than the fact that I've failed? I haven't succeeded at much of anything in this life."
"You never cared to succeed at the trifles that matter to some."
I lay upon the ground staring at the brilliant moon as he stood above me and continued.
"You have been right throughout, and beaten down by those, who disagree, who prefer meaningless trifles now, who assimilate without question. They see you and it reminds them subconsciously of what they are. No matter how well you treat them, they will always feel malevolence for you."
He shrugged and smiled at me and held out his hand. "Have a cigar."
I snorted. "Oh. No thanks."
I swear I could literally see the moon moving across the sky. Was it possible? A million beautiful nights containing endless people like this had passed through time. I jumped forth to catch it but was a moment behind. I tried again, still a bit off. Rewind...

I awoke afraid to move, worried of discovering insects nestled with me in my blanket. I gathered myself and shot up flinging the blanket from me, spinning round and dusting and brushing myself all over. Fergal chuckled.
"I trust you slept well? Full of energy this morning."
"Yes. Yes I did. And not a single insect if I dare say...."
"Oh you should have seen the huge one I brushed off you while you were still sleeping." Fergal said with a smile, possibly kidding, maybe not.
Broun sat staring at the ground. "You should meditate on how disgusting the human body is. If anything an exoskeleton is possibly less disgusting."
"Where are the others?" I asked him.
"All long awake but you and off washing."
I jogged to the creek and splashed water on my face. I remembered a forever of repetitive awakenings to another workday in the far past. Life was finally once again new and different. Awakening outside now, I should learn to stand the insects. It was otherwise wonderful. Would it ever get as old as what had come before? I remembered awakening alone, in the dark, by an alarm clock, day after day, year after year. Never time to waste. Usually with a vague apprehension for what the day held. Here I had already cheated death and I was not alone. It was The Escape to neverwhere. A place that either doesn't exist anywhere or could easily exist almost everywhere. The place without fear. The place with hope and mystery for what the future may hold.