The Intruder

by P.S. Hogan

After all, things don’t actually conspire to give you this life or that. Life may look like a pattern from the inside (no doubt a rat will think it wondrous that Nature has gone to the trouble of building it a maze of underground pipes to live in) but no one is really pulling levers. I prefer to see myself as author of my own fate. I am looking for no one to blame. Or indeed thank.

The only difference between the sane and the insane is how many people you can get to agree with you. The story of Jesus and his miracles and the Lord revealed – the very spreading of the Gospels – is the story of our moving from one state to the other. Two thousand or so years ago they’d have thrown me in jail for my madness. Or worse, of course.’