Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
“Don’t do it,” urged my closest advisor.
I have to. What if it really happens? I told him.
“It won’t make any difference that you saw it coming . . . no . . . felt it coming, not saw.”
But it’s the same thing.
“No, it’s not the same. I feel things all the time that are total off–the-wall nonsense, and I don’t go around telling people what I feel. Granted you’ve foreseen an awful lot, as your writings demonstrate, and people follow you and know you are usually right on. So it will scare them.”
“I don’t think it’s that bad. I just have this sense of doom hanging around my head. I don’t know what’s causing it.
“The point is you never have thoughts like this. You’re the most optimistic client I have. And you’re doing well. You’re successful, and have no reason to fear what might be around the corner.”
So I better try to figure it out before it’s too late.
No, no, no, that’s exactly my point. Leave it alone, and if it happens you can tell everyone you knew it was going to happen.”
But I can’t do that if I didn’t call it.
“Okay, okay, then just say you have this unexplained sense of doom hanging over your head, and let everyone think your crazy, because that’s what I think”, he said.
You’re right, but I just can’t shake the feeling we’re being had by the devil. It’s a real and urgent feeling. I see the world moving on through every day’s ups and downs, completely unaware of the devil who’s about to strike. I’m sorry I can’t help it. I feel lost and defeated.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing, Prime Minister, this is not the Gordon Brown I know”
