I'm just messing around here.
***Omar is a special patient in a psychiatric ward; Dr J is the new young Doctor assigned to him.***
Dr J: (She smiles) Faithless...ok, that's a start! Tell me more, please.
Omar: Like good bread you leave abandoned on a window sill.
He's briefly quiet, thoughtful.
After a few days, it starts to go hard, its none of the bread's fault. That's just nature.
Dr J (Nodds): And is that how you're feeling right now, faithless? Has life killed your hopes and dreams- Is that why you're here?
Omar: (Gets up and takes a short walk to the tiny window, the only source of light streaming into the padded cell) Humans, we like to simplify things, package it into neat formulars that we can analyse and handle. Life isn't always simple mathematics.
Dr J (Nodds): I agree with you.
Omar: No you don't.
(Flicks a hand) Whatever. I'm done talking.
Dr J:Come on Omar! A simple analogy on Faith, that's all we finally get after three months of silence?! I'm getting tired of this!
Omar: (Calmly) And you think i'm not? You manage a twenty minutes session everyday. Twenty minutes and you're done, plus you get a pay cheque at the end of it all. When you leave, i remain here staring at white walls.
(Returns a short glance her way) Who should really be tired? Tell them to release me; i want to go home.
Dr J: You know they're not letting you go until you satisfy them. They have their facts; they know what your mind is capable of and they won't let up. The fastest way to make this all end is to cooperate.
Omar: (Grunts) Either you're pretty dense for a psychologist or
(Laughs) -You- are faithless and think this whole thing is a daft waste of your time. The sooner i start talking, the quicker you can proof that i'm just another loonie and the better for you.
(Dons hands into pockets and walks slowly to her) Maybe i should give you a little demonstration, temper your curiosity a bit.
(Leans close to her face) What do you think?
Dr J (Folds arms above her chest and maintains a cynic expression): Please indulge me.
Omar: You're well read. Certainly, you're familiar of this fine introduction: The earth was without form and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit was hovering over the face of the waters. Then God said, Let there be light, and there was light.
Dr J: First book of Genesis. Go ahead.
Omar: Amazing uh? First there was nothing, like blank pages on a new notepad. There was nothing but a thought, then imagination, then words. Creativity creates everything.
Dr J: And the point is?
Omar: Da vinci, Ludwig van Beethovan, Micheal Jackson...the creative mind rules the world, and God certainly was a creative genius.
Dr J: (Dryly) I will do my best to be patient, assuming this isn't leading to another theological conclusion. I'm not a fan of spirituality.
Omar: Faithless. Blessed are them that have never seen, yet believe. Luckily, some things in life don't require the faith of a mountain, you only need to open your mind and see, then you will believe.
(Begins to walk slow circles around her)
The institute doesn't have half their facts right; their understanding is limited; there is no limitation to imagination, do you know what that implies?
They think i'm some sort of genius- scientifically, politically...they think i possess enough intelligence to cause some sort national dramatic revolution.
(Dry laugh) Their naivety amuses me. Its like a child who finds a genie and starts to greedily think of all the chocolates he now has magical access to, when in reality, he can rule the world.
Dr J: So what, you're affirming that you're some sort of god?
Omar: Creativity is god, as far as your eyes can see.
Dr J: Talk, they say, is cheap. Show me proof.