cyclops

The Cyclops is projecting, “No One is Killing me!”
The cyclops has only one eye, which gives him a shallow view of the world. From his point of view, everything is 2 dimensional; without depth.  Without depth perception, it is difficult tell if what approaches is large or small; far or near; fast or slow. Because of this abnormal perception of the world, the cyclops inflates to a monstrous size and treats everything with same and equal force. If one can’t distinguish a mole hill from a mountain, then one solution is to grow to the size of a giant and stomp right through.
Distances are foreshortened, overreach is common, walking over the world is easier. 
And to the monster with one eye, everyone else must see the world just like he does, because he sees them flattened like a Picasso. 
But this is not reality. The world is infinitely complex, every problem with multiple sides. The valleys are far deeper, the mountains far taller, the reach far wider than the cyclops can discern. And, one day, in his lonely cave, feeding on human corpses, the penetrating light of truth finds him and blinds him. It sends him into a pitiful rage. And he screams; he thrashes and smashes. He screams that he is being attacked. He screams that he is being killed. 
Now it is too late.  He was told to let go; but he was too shallow to understand the truth, right in front of him. 
And, now, in his blind rage, he can not even hear his own stupid, mistake. “Why,” he thinks, “does my family not help? Do they not hear me.”
Oh yes, they hear perfectly clear. 
​Because with each ridiculous claim, the cyclops projects to the world, that “no one” is attacking him.