Pick Up The Damn Phone, Tony

Two men walk into a bar. 

The First Man orders a scotch and soda. 

The Second Man remembers something he'd forgotten, and it doubles him over with pain. 

He falls to the floor shaking.... and then through the floor and into the Earth. 

He looks back up at the first man, but he doesn't call out to him. 

They're not that close.

Here follows the most potent and powerful Tripplefold enchantment in all if language :

• I Love You

• I'm Sorry and 

• You Were Right.

so with that in mind, and that said, lets first hear from the person who won the arguement :

Tony, 

I'm glad you're back at the compound. I don't like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. 

[ I 

We all need family. The Avengers are yours. Maybe more so than mine. 

I've been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the army. 

My faith's in people, I guess. Individuals. 

And I'm happy to say that, for the most part, they haven't let me down. 

Which is why I can't let them down either. 

Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn't be. 

I know I hurt you, Tony. 

[ Two crucial 

I guess I thought by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but I can see now that I was really sparing myself, and I'm sorry. 

Hopefully one day you can understand. 

I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. 

I know you're doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do. 

That's all any of us should. 

So no matter what, I promise you, if you need us, if you need me, 

I'll be there.

"I Love You."

"I'm Sorry."

Gods That Walk Upon The Earth

YOU are Becoming Gods.

- Baxter

Augustus as Jove, holding scepter and orb (first half of 1st century AD).

The Imperial cult of ancient Rome identified Roman emperors and some members of their families with the divinely sanctioned authority (auctoritas) of the Roman State. 

The official offer of cultus to a living emperor acknowledged his office and rule as divinely approved and constitutional: his Principate should therefore demonstrate pious respect for traditional Republican deities and mores. 

Many of the rites, practices and status distinctions that characterized the cult to emperors were perpetuated in the theology and politics of the Christianized Empire.

The whole of the Roman Empire, and the civilisation supporting and underlying it was established on the proposition, that had been agreed, as a Truth universally acknowledged, that 

The Emperor of Rome was a God.

( and if you refused to acknowledge The Truth, then they would kill you )

But they took a vote on it.

"It is for the good of Rome that Caesar has stayed so long in Egypt. 

In his absence, The People have come to worship him as a god. 

Why should he return, to show himself as mortal as the rest?"

Cicero

" The state of monarchy is the supremest thing upon earth, for kings are not only God's lieutenants upon earth and sit upon God's throne, but even by God himself they are called gods. 

There be three principal [comparisons] that illustrate the state of monarchy: one taken out of the word of God, and the two other out of the grounds of policy and philosophy. 

In the Scriptures kings are called gods, and so their power after a certain relation compared to the Divine power. 

Kings are also compared to fathers of families; for a king is truly parens patriae [parent of the country], the politic father of his people. 

And lastly, kings are compared to the head of this microcosm of the body of man. "

The Senate had debated the matter of the divinity (or not) of the late Julius Ceaser ( who they had just killed ), voted on the question, and the consensus that resulted from this was, that they had just put to death one of The Gods, and were being punished  (or warned, at any rate) of the gravity of their trespass to as a means to force them to recognise the truth of the matter.

So the late, lamented Gaius Julius Cesar was declared to be (by simple majority vote and popular acclamation), a God, as was (by extension), his appointed heir Augustus.

These were each a God, occupying an earthly throne within dynasty of Gods.

A living God, who walked The Earth and took on human form to rule on Earth. This was decided, and had been the finding of the Senate and The People (but mostly The Senate) of Rome

That he  was not what was extras 

This is Why I Can't Go Out

Dr. Sam Weizak :

Hello, John. May I come in? 

John The Dreamer :

How did you find me? My father? 

Sam :

Stopped off to see him. 

He said you moved to a new town.

He's worried about you. 

And so am I. 

John the Dreamer :

Don't worry. I'm taking care of myself. It's about time. 

I'm still your doctor. You're still under my care. We have to... well, stay in touch. Well-- How's the, uh-- All healed up now? 

John the Dreamer :

The bullet... went right through me. - 

[ Like he wasn't even there. ]

It's nothing.

Sam

Good. Nice place you have here. 

John the Dreamer :

It's home. 

Those headaches are getting worse, aren't they? 

John the Dreamer :

Three, four times a day sometimes. I brought you some new medication. 

John the Dreamer :

No! No more pills. 

It takes time to recover. The healing process is slow. 

John the Dreamer :

I'm not getting better. I'm getting worse. Isn't that right? 

Sam :

All right. Now listen. I've done some research into the area of psychic phenomena. Several cases, such as yours, have been documented. I was surprised to discover. And the pattern is always the same. As the spells, the visions, grow stronger and more powerful, the body weakens. I don't need any research or documentation to see this thing is sucking the life out of you. One look tells me that. 

John the Dreamer :

You mean I'm going to die? How long? 

Sam :

I think we can arrest the process, reverse it even. 

John the Dreamer :

- How? - 

Sam :

Come back with me. 

John the Dreamer :

- Where? - 

To the clinic. 

John the Dreamer :

No. Absolutely no. 

John, please. You must! 

John the Dreamer :

So you can study me? 

Sam :

No. So I can protect you. 

You need to be in a controlled environment, John. 

John the Dreamer :

I want to show you something.

 Come with me. 

Cards and letters keep pouring in. 

Sam :

What is all this? 

John the Dreamer :

It's People 

People, with lost dogs, lost children, lost lives. 

Sam :

You haven't even opened them. 

John the Dreamer :

I don't have to. 

They all want reassurance, help, love... things I can't give them. 

Father sends it. I let it pile up. 

Why do you keep it? 

John the Dreamer :

This is why I can't go out... 

live my life, why I stay locked up here. 

I'm already living in a controlled environment, Sam. 

Nothing can touch me here. 

I'm alone. 

I'm safe. 

Sorry about that. 

Well, let's go see 

Chris. 

Chris. This is Johnny. 

Remember I said he was coming? 

I'll leave you alone to get acquainted. 

He Leaves - Johnny takes in his surroundings.

The kid continues to draw quietly, without looking up.

Johnny crosses over to the room and begins examining a particularly large, unused Train Set - as he does, he speaks softly in an almost off-hand manner.

John the Dreamer :

Your father wants me to bring you out of your shell. 

I don't know what to do. 

Chris :

You don't have to do anything. 

My dad lives in a shell, not me. 

I Remember it Differently

Most Things Don't Matter

Stark: 

It’s not that easy. 

The Avengers broke up. 

We’re toast. 

Banner: 

Broke up..?!

 Like a band? 

Like the Beatles? 

Banner: 

Tony, listen to me —

Thor is gone.

 Thanos is coming —

It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not. 

Tony, 

I'm glad you're back at the compound. I don't like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. 

We all need family. The Avengers are yours. Maybe more so than mine. 

I've been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere, even in the army. 

My faith's in people, I guess. 

Individuals. And I'm happy to say that, for the most part, they haven't let me down. 

Which is why I can't let them down either. 

Locks can be replaced, but maybe they shouldn't. 

I know I hurt you, Tony.

 I guess I thought by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but I can see now that I was really sparing myself, and I'm sorry. 

Hopefully one day you can understand. I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. 

I know you're doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do. 

That's all any of us should. 

So no matter what, I promise you, if you need us, if you need me —

I'll be there.

 

Papa Fury

( He's Eating a donut. For breakfast. )

The Land and The King are One.

Agent Nick Fury, Director of S•H•I•E•L•D is Samuel L. Jackson;

Samuel L. Jackson is Agent Nick Fury, Director of S•H•I•E•L•D is Samuel L. Jackson

They are the same PERSON — Who, like

Hamlet

Hermes Trismgistus

Deadpool 

John Constantine 

Tyler

Slenderman

and a handful of other created characters exist either partly or wholly as both incarnated biological/material "Real People", and as idealised thought-forms ("Tulpas") which inhabit the conceptual space within personal and/or collective consciousness.

ONE•AND•THE•SAME

The Land and The

Let's NOT Kill Hitler

The JUDGE :

If you could go Back in Time, to Germany, 

before Hitler came to Power, 

knowing what you know now, 

Would You Kill Him? 

The PROPHET :

Is that why you sent for me, John, to--

to ask me this, uh... This Question? 

The JUDGE :

I have to talk to you, Sam, 

because -- I've had another episode. 

The PROPHET :

Oh, yes? Go on. 

The JUDGE :

I've been tutoring this boy named Stuart. 

In The Vision, I saw him drown. 

But That's Not The Point. 

In The Vision, something 

was missing. 

The PROPHET :

How -- How do you mean? 

The JUDGE :

It was like...A Blank Spot, 

A Dead Zone. 

The PROPHET :

First of all, Tell Me --

Did The Boy in 

fact drown? 

The JUDGE :

His Father wanted him to play hockey --

I talked him out of it. 

The Boy's Alive. 

The PROPHET :

Ah. Yes. Don't you see --

How clear it is? 

Not only can you see The Future, you can -- 

The JUDGE :

...I can change it. 

The PROPHET :

You can change it, exactly. Here. 

Yes, John. That is your -- 

Your Dead Zone. 

The possibility of... 

of altering the outcome 

of Your Premonitions... 

It's fascinating. Let me make a note. 

The JUDGE :

What about My Question? 

The PROPHET :

Huh? Oh, you mean the one a

bout....about Hitler? 

The JUDGE :

What would you do?

The PROPHET :

Err -- I don't like this, John. 

What are you getting at? 

The JUDGE :

What would you do? 

Would you kill him? 

The PROPHET :

All right. All right --

I'll give you An Answer : 

I'm a Man of Medicine --

 I'm expected to Save Lives 

and ease Suffering....

and I love People. 

Therefore, I would have No Choice --

But to Kill the son of a bitch. 

The JUDGE :

[ whispering under his breath ]

You'd never get away alive. 

The PROPHET :

It doesn't matter -- 

[cheerful]

I would kill him. 

Nasdro via. Skol. 

"Dear Sarah, 

It is a hard letter to write, so I'll make it short. 

I can't go on hiding anymore. 

That's what I've been doing -- running and hiding. 

I had this figured out all wrong. I always thought my power was a curse, but now I can see it 's a gift. 

By the time you get this letter, it'll be all over. 

You never will understand why. 

Nobody ever will, but I know what I'm doing. 

And I know I'm right. 

Just remember there's never been anyone for me except you. 

Just wasn't in the cards for us, I guess. 

I'll always love you, Sarah. 

Johnny." 

Venom

You're Poison Running Through My Veins