Lyle knew the limitations, and yet,
forged ahead. It wasn’t him to make excuses or use deceitful ruses. Lyle will
shoulder this burden, and the next…and the next, if need be. That was just his
making. He rejected fear, and embraced it, simultaneously. He was the source of
balance and gravity, grace and brute force. Lyle was the Ultra.
But would you know it from the
looks of the nebbish standing before you? Is that you, Chameleon ? I
wonder…no, I marvel, at your
sorcery. The way you underplay…there is no breath on the mirror… You are, in
fact, no longer here. Are you?
Instead your shadow stands, a
little man, in a big suit, barely able to stutter a response. Why?
Or is this part of the act?
Are you only a ‘wisper’?
Shallow. Hollow. Vaporous.
Infinite.
One senses the dilemma.
The Ultra is everything.
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