And still, I dream of blood red kittens,
and they are all I want for christmas...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Kid's Story
Once upon a time there was a village, encased in darkness, and life was good. Never knowing the light, wind, rain, they didn’t miss these pleasentries.
One day, however, the apex of their void was split by a long piercing line of whiteness. The line continued to widen, and they realized it was a parting chasm, of which they had been inside.
The village was plunged into fear and terror as their village shifted and quaked.
As the walls of the canyon fell away on either side of the village, the people realized that their little town would never again be the same.
As the blackness that had enclosed them continued to fall further below them, they soon realized that it was not their darkness that fell, but their village that was climbing ever higher in altitude.
Finding their village exposed to brilliant light and rushing wind for the first time ever made them scared and full of anxiety, and chaos gripped the city, for they knew that their city was facing an apocalypse; little did they realize, their village was entering an age of prosperity the likes of which they’d never known.
Days turned to months, and months to years until there was no longer anyone who feared the light. Before long there was no one left in their village who could recall a time of darkness. And so time progressed, as did their civilization.
Generations passed and before long, their village had grown into a powerful kingdom, fortified by sciences forged by their forefathers, the kingdoms influence spread as they stretched out their hands to take everything they could reach.
It was not long before they had grown lazy and decadent. Having found out most of their world’s secrets and used them to acquire more wealth and power, they turned inwards towards gluttony, hedonism, and greed.
And so it went. As more time passed, and their once great civilization continued to descend down an ignoble path. When things seemed at their bleakest, a hero rose up.
A champion of the people, one of the last great and unique minds. He spent his time devoted to higher thoughts and purposes and came to a conclusion deduced through the use of his instruments of science.
Their world would soon end.
As insects lived on plants, their civilization too lived on the top of a giant tree. Their universe had been born forth from the humble beginnings of a seed sprouting. Inevitably, that tree too, would die.
As the hero began trying to seek out audiences with the kingdom’s leaders, he was instantly met with accusations of blasphemy, heresy, insanity and stupidity.
As he was a man of intellect and science, he lacked the oratorical skills to convince his leaders.
The Hero was sent far away, to a place where he could spend the remainder of his numbered days.
And so the kingdom ended, some way that was not blissful, but perhaps ignorant.
One day, however, the apex of their void was split by a long piercing line of whiteness. The line continued to widen, and they realized it was a parting chasm, of which they had been inside.
The village was plunged into fear and terror as their village shifted and quaked.
As the walls of the canyon fell away on either side of the village, the people realized that their little town would never again be the same.
As the blackness that had enclosed them continued to fall further below them, they soon realized that it was not their darkness that fell, but their village that was climbing ever higher in altitude.
Finding their village exposed to brilliant light and rushing wind for the first time ever made them scared and full of anxiety, and chaos gripped the city, for they knew that their city was facing an apocalypse; little did they realize, their village was entering an age of prosperity the likes of which they’d never known.
Days turned to months, and months to years until there was no longer anyone who feared the light. Before long there was no one left in their village who could recall a time of darkness. And so time progressed, as did their civilization.
Generations passed and before long, their village had grown into a powerful kingdom, fortified by sciences forged by their forefathers, the kingdoms influence spread as they stretched out their hands to take everything they could reach.
It was not long before they had grown lazy and decadent. Having found out most of their world’s secrets and used them to acquire more wealth and power, they turned inwards towards gluttony, hedonism, and greed.
And so it went. As more time passed, and their once great civilization continued to descend down an ignoble path. When things seemed at their bleakest, a hero rose up.
A champion of the people, one of the last great and unique minds. He spent his time devoted to higher thoughts and purposes and came to a conclusion deduced through the use of his instruments of science.
Their world would soon end.
As insects lived on plants, their civilization too lived on the top of a giant tree. Their universe had been born forth from the humble beginnings of a seed sprouting. Inevitably, that tree too, would die.
As the hero began trying to seek out audiences with the kingdom’s leaders, he was instantly met with accusations of blasphemy, heresy, insanity and stupidity.
As he was a man of intellect and science, he lacked the oratorical skills to convince his leaders.
The Hero was sent far away, to a place where he could spend the remainder of his numbered days.
And so the kingdom ended, some way that was not blissful, but perhaps ignorant.
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