children need villains -
as much as adults require heroes.
that doesn't exactly mean
that there's an inherent malign
to treat children as
a care for: investment...
    it's just the benign
                       ambivalence
of someone sacrifice themselves
to save someone from a passing train
who's racked themselves on the train-tracks...
so what better form of acting,
what better form of the thespian
is not in pretending to be evil?
                     i watched two mothers
and a girl walk the street today...
when i walked past the baby girl and looked
her in the eyes... she stopped walking...
and began clinging to her mother's
leg...
               it's nothing as such, but when
you're observant of cats at the barometer to
anything autistic... a baby girl looks you straight
in the eye, and she's horrified to walk a step further
and clings to her mother's leg.
   the beard? the body? what? what?!
cars need petrol... children need villains...
     i'm sure: the ones that are faked
are scarier than the real ones: because they
have a dimension that allows them to
become myths, i.e. disperse and acknowledge
a greater number of the phobia-riddled...
     but at the same time:
adults need happenstance heroes...
       nothing achilles-like to be frank...
something exemplar in the realm of the mundane...
               adults need something to match
up to the child's need for a villain...
   point is: when the child eats away at what
provoked fears in him to begin with:
   and starts becoming a villain, himself;
   that's just called a point of realisation:
realisation furthered as: continuum.