Pan, or the Emperor
Bats in the belfry? Bees in the bonnet? The delusions of full-on chronic paranoid schizophrenia seem nothing more than an over-inflated male ego ("I AM both the Father and the Son"?!!)? In the bad, old days they would have trepanned your skull to let the evil spirits out... Pan as horned god, for Christians the very epitome of evil. In these bad, new days, their trepanning tools seem more sophisticated (we have moved on from lobotomies and ECT to psychopharmaka), but in reality they still seem as crude as sledgehammers to the fragile neuronal contents of the skull... He walks the streets like a regular guy, but if you look into his eyes, and worship him, "you recognise that ancient face" (Mike Scott), you see him suddenly loom larger than life, and suddenly you wonder if your perceptions also take on the shades and lurid hues of religious psychosis - but old stars never die, they just fade away, getting younger and younger, until the day they make their big come-back - let the Christmas bells ring: "So follow Christ as best you can / Pan is dead / long live Pan!" (Mike Scott, a musical authority on the subject of Pan). He returns, not entirely happy about it, but looking forward to it in his grimly apocalyptic way... This new "frying Pan" demands not so much a revolution, as a new Inquisition! lol "Come with me, on a journey beneath the skin / we will look together for the Pan within" (Mike Scott), i.e. your own inner majesty and divinity as a 'regular bloke'.