nobody wants to play

the what if game, when the sky is gray. gray like me and you pointing fingers at one another, through a medium, because these day - no one wants to hash it out. let's have a mediator, and we both know the mediator wants the money, hoping there is no bias, because like such a thing actually exist. what if people really were perfect? what if people really were horrid? the possessed medium is chanting in language no one understands, must be a sign says the believer, must be a sign says the skeptic that this is play acting, must be a sign says the hopeful with nothing to base hope on but already the tides are changing: gray becomes blue, simple, naive youths staring with blank stare, like a deer gazing at the headlight. ouch, smash, body crumples and the medium is off to the next adventure while we both continue to stare blankly. ah, i say, let's get a new medium, yeah you say, trying to be cordial - let's work this out because we should not give up. it all sounds good in theory, and we never asked what if the medium was playing us both?