Comments on the meaning of life written prior to 1800 are mostly fluff because a particular thing happened in the 1800 that should have caused anybody who was paying attention to question everything. The story I am about to tell is true, in so far as any story is true I guess. The names have been changed or perhaps there were never any names at all.
It was during a recently sad attack of slavery upon the good nature of brothers that a dark creature appeared aboard a slave transport ship. This was no ordinary man, but a figure of incredible stature, broad in the shoulders with long arms. No doubt, this gentlemen, Willow, would have made a loathsome wrestler.
I should not have used the word gentlemen because at the time Willow was considered by the ruling United States of America intergalactic class structure to be more like a moving refrigerator - they put food into him and wanted him to keep his cool while they worked him. But when Willow went up on the auction block, Lickety Hickety McAccountant, a man whose head was swimming in thoughts from a Mr. Charlie Darwin, sold him as the missing link between apes and mankind. Willow suddenly weren't not no refrigerator: he had become a rare zoo animal.
Willow was such a rare animal, that he was put on a train and moved around the United States like an inch worm on a cracker. People paid good money to see Willow. At times they would just sit and stare. Occasions would arise, like the fourth of July, where Willow might find himself frightened by the zeal of his observers. Word spread far and wide about Willow. He was the final answer to a question that had only recently been asked. Got milk? Cow tits. Got the missing link? Willow.
However, somewhere in Willow's travels he ran into a boy. This boy did not just like Willow, he LOVE-ED Willow. The boy really needed some parental guidance, or some fatherly love. He was known to sit and to gaze at Willow for hours. When nobody was around he started to talk to Willow, to tell Willow all his problems - like that time he got swatted for letting all the baby chics out of their cages, or the time he was running through the wrong property and found a coon before the dogs.
One day Willow talked back to the boy. Just like that. Train was leaving town and Willow happened to like the boy.
"I brought you something," the boy said.
"What is it?" asked Willow.
"A journal."
And it was a small journal carefully bound with a pencil attached. Over the course a year, Willow taught himself to read and to write. This journal he wrote can be found somewhere, I assure you. His fame is subverted by a headless chicken that could still walk around. It reads like the Sorrows of Young Werther.
My arms were longer than my body for a long time while I was growing, if it were the 1800s it could have been me at the zoo. Prior to this historical event, nobody with long arms had that fear - not even Abraham Lincoln. Not only so, everybody had supposed that humans were unique from the animals - distinct, different and immediately identifiably so.
Willow was a sign that there is no distinction, no difference, really, between mankind and the animals. His story illustrates how confusing it is to be a homo sapient - to always build things bigger than ourselves, to fear those things and to enslaves ourselves using inventions quickly without comprehension.
- Joe E.E.
Submitted August 14, 2017 at 08:26PM by J0e_EE http://ift.tt/2vxnS4W conspiracy
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