"Its all about perspective..." he hissed. "From all the way up there, with your nose turned up at me... I must look like a mad man... crazed and delusional...some sort of fool." he lifted his head, his sharp grey eyes staring down his own nose at the scoffing individual who challenged his entire existence without ever having said a w...ord. "But from down here..." he said and with a soft grunt, swung the crowbar into the man's knees, felling him like a great rotted tree. "From down /there/... all broken and bruised..." he knelt, a soft hand coming to rest against the man's cheek. "I must look like a god." The crowbar fell to the ground with a dull clank and he offered only a smile then. "When you cannot move another inch without fear of more pain.. when there is no hope in the world for you because no one will help you...Here I stand. With my arms outstretched and offering you all you do not have." He stood once more, staring back down his nose at the now bleeding and sobbing man. "So you see. I may be mad, but I am no fool. To many... I am a god. And when I die, as all gods do, I will be remembered as such. And so you would do best to remember not to challenge those who have challenged the world and won."
writing and photo copyright- Joji Biernot