"Look! A black moon with pink elephants on it is floating in the sky, together with a
rusted kettle and a bicycle with five wheels!"

Nobody looks at the sky. Some keep watching me and laugh amusedly. Others look at my
finger as if in an urgent need to bite it off. Everybody else walks away, shaking their
heads while looking at each other. They point at their head to clearly show what they all
think: "What a fool". I step on my five-wheels bicycle and ride away, laughing too. That
was a nice joke. I'm happy because once again I've managed to get that magic ripple of
laughter running through the audience and to those who think I'm a fool: I couldn't care
less. Even better: there is no sweeter complement than being called a complete fool by the
ignorant.

I don't ride my bike too fast because at night that rusty kettle I attached rattles far
too loud on the pavement. And also, I'm a slow peddler because not only I laugh all the
time, I also wonder all the time and even, I worry all the time. I worry because if ever I
would see a strange black moon floating in the sky, I would never be able to point it out
and make someone look at it. I would become the loneliest person in the world, everybody
else saying I'm the looniest. Nobody would ever dare looking up at the sky where my finger
points. Because heads are kept down by the punishments and laughter of shame we received
each time we did things everybody else found so infinitely stupid. A wrong answer, a too
hastily formulated opinion, a bad accent during foreign language course: When the crowd
goes ha! ha! ha! there's nowhere to hide and during those unbearable eternities of thigh
slapping we learn to keep low profile.

Apologists in all domains have their heads tied to their knees and they will never even
think of looking up in wonder because, they say, what's impossible is impossible.
Apologists know what they know and what they know is reality.

Those who doubt the apologist's reality are deniers of reality and thus, they are
Denialists. But if you look at it more closely, then you realise that Denialists also know
what they know and thus: they are the Apologists of their denier's reality. And as the
Apologists deny the denialist's reality, the Apologists are in fact Denialists.

It's just a story of loss of identity.

Apologists and Denialists ignore that loss of identity and rancour are very closely
related and the twins who represent the manifestation of a dual resentment of the same
underlying reality. A thing they will certainly never learn to recognize because they dare
not look up at the sky when someone says: "Hey, look! A strange moon!".

Which explains the curious phenomena that Apologist-Denialists and Denialist-Apologists,
simply because they do not recognize the other as the exact replica of the self, can only
furiously fight each time they meet.

JS

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