From John Fowles’ The Magus i learned that a novelist could not only narrate the tortuous, involuntary process of one man’s psychological enlightenment at the hands of another, but at the very same time trick his condescending reader into becoming that wide-eyed protagonist.
What is a god but e who always sees the best move, and plays it?
Two brothers fell madly in love with freedom and would not rest until they had explored its furthest reaches. They swore to a game for the rest of their lives: each would manipulate the other in ever more subtle and invisible ways, forcing his brother to delve even deeper into the darkest sources of his actions and desires, extending his knowledge and self to the infinity beyond which his opponent might not reach. The sport had no end, but soon the two brothers had become gods among men, and the world’s only defense to join their play.