Don’t you have friends you’re scared of? People you respect, ’cause they remind you of your deep inner self? They’re people you love, unless of course on that day you’re afraid to see them, too weak to be them, lest you disintegrate in their presence.
Aren’t there some Monsters whom you love? Objects of hate, symbols of the obligate. Forever trying to fling free, does the Earth hate the Sun? Your favorite destructive forces, memorialized disasters too real not to exist, a reason to root for the home team. United focal point.
Are these characters for real, really in my mind? What could be less real? Must they be true?
Must everything be true?