I saw the Nature Man swimming gracefully under the clear sweet waters of a merry family and good values. Nature Man kissed me and said he loved me, and I believed him, like any other, because his actions (not only towards me but towards everything he believes) always matched his words.
I saw Nature Man drowning in the cement, because he hasn't loved a single book about deception. He isn't looking for a slow death, he is looking for a meaningful life.
I can't understand Nature Man just like I can't understand a reason to being here. Nature Man drowns in the only world I know how to crawl. The world of lust, rape, treason and bad taste. I mocked Nature Man because I was envious of his spiritual greatness. I neglected and so rejected his love, which might have been the purest kind I have ever known. And I had to neglect such a great love, because if I didn't the books I hold so tight would have been torn in my head. And I had to neglect his love because if I didn't I would have had to learn to swim in clear water when I already know how to crawl on the cold cement.
