Walking backwards in the rain, he moved, slowly, yet, not too slowly. In the same sense, he wasn't moving very quickly at all. The street itself was darkly lit. He could see, perhaps, a foot in front of him, and really, not a whole lot behind him. Unfortunately, he was unable to see where he was going, and he bumped into, and knocked down, a large black man. He stopped. The Black man got up, and continued doing what he was doing before he was knocked down. Gemar looked nervously at his toes which, he was pleased to notice, had not gone anywhere through this little ordeal. He turned to the right, stepped back twice, turned to the left, and continued to walk down the street. He stepped in a puddle, and paused. Who am I? he thought. He resumed walking, and stopped as he passed a small bakery. The baker, who was baking banana bread, gave him a dirty look. Mmmmm. Drooling, Gemar walked on. He began to tire, as he came upon a small object. Gemar, of course, did not notice it until he stepped on it. He almost fell. Again, he checked to see if his toes were still in place. Thankfully, they were. He picked up the object, and placed it on his head. He walked, refreshed by his find, a little more quickly now. He stumbled. A small person at the side of the road sneered at Gemar. Gemar payed no heed, or if he did, he just didn't respond. He ran. None to quicky though, considering he was moving backwards. Odd, there were no cars. He stopped. Why am I here? he thought. He sat on the ground. The ground was made of broken asphalt.
I AM CHRIST.
He stood, and walked on. His back turned to what lay ahead, his pace slowed, and tapered off to a halt. A droplet of spittle landed at his feet. It was his own, but he did not know it. There IS an answer he thought happily. About to resume his walk, he took a step and fell, backwards, off the edge of the world.