In 1992, I bought a pig made of
lapis lazuli in Katmandu, Nepal. Little did I know when I brought him
back home that he would start speaking to me in my imagination. He was
to become my alter ego for the release of my pent-up frustration about
the deteriorating condition of the world.
This is how he came to life....
....and in my most nightmarish imagination this was his latest speech
about how he controls the global treasury, in which he is blithely unaware
of the gobbling up of the irreplacable treasury of the Earth.
And so with
an out-of-control alter ego pig,
how did I (and how are we?)
going to deal with this consciousness?