Please do not now say you did not know. Please spare us. Please seek no benefits accruing from doubt. You never had any doubts. And now I have none either. It was always going to end like this, in a downfall, or a falling down. A terrible falling down. We know how terrible, it is a falling down of all things and it is a falling down that does not stop. And it is not a falling alone, it is also a bringing down. What is falling is bringing all that’s in the way down.

You can see it, can’t you? Too much? Don’t like it? Frightened? Wanted it but not this much of it? Well, the trouble is once you pull the plug, you don’t get to decide how much the plugholes will yield.

But now that the plugs have been pulled and the plugholes are giving and you really have left yourself no option, get a drenching in the stuff you yearned to get drenched. And get a sense of what it feels like.

You can already feel it, can’t you? Or smell it? No? You wish more of it to come down? More robust doses of it? Or you wished, there was a time, wasn’t there? When you fervently wished for this, prayed for this, cried for this, marched for this, screamed for this, paid for this, you were ready to pay any price for this. Such a thing it seems, this thing that you wished to deluge you.

The more it comes down, the more it reveals of itself and of what it is around you, what it is that floats about you or what it is that you float in. The filth, among the first things that floats up when put to test: filth. You may have seen it bubble up and gurgle around and whoosh along or eddy in whirls.

No? We tried, so you could clearly see. Even in the depths of the darkness of night, we gave you bolts of bright lightning, repeated ones. So you got a good look at it, as what you wished upon yourself. So the next time do consider what you wish for. You can be granted it and it can come to you and mess about with you in ways you never thought it would be able to. Some of you may want the overwhelming, the drowning, the sensation of being so whipped over time and time again, the staggering assault of it as if it were a sensation worthy of being invited and felt, but think. There are more folks than just you, and all folks may, you know, like being thrown. There’s bolts of light in the darkness yet, perhaps you can see. Greet the light, know the light, and bow to it: Har, har Mahadeb.

When you’re up to your neck

In all of this stinking muck

Remember you had a role

In bringing us to this hole.