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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
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Two mighty poles stood up from the table surface, extending their cold metallic protection to other pieces from other places. The boy held aloft each piece, carefully placing it ontop of the next, standing them each atop the two poles. Sometimes I thought it was all without meaning. Other times I saw something profound in all those scraps of metal and flesh. Occasionally the father of the child would point out that perhaps the child ought to be doing something civilized with his time. Other times he simply gave up on his son and left for the comforting monotony of daily life. I kept on watching the scene unfold. It was strange. That boy could make any surface support his two tall poles, which he could inturn utilize to keep up the integrity of whatever he might place ontop of them. Sometimes the boy would turn and look right at me, expecting me to say something. Sometimes I actually did. You may have to build somewhere else He turned back from my face, gave the comment some thought, and then returned to his work. Sometimes his father would return and ask him where he was. "What the hell is wrong with you?" This table won't last forever The boy paid me some more attention, but then returned to his building. It was a massive structure, built of steel and rock and water and clay and flesh and blood. I called it a work of foolish emotion. He called it friendship. The boy's father didn't even know it was there. He only saw the two poles that stood like a doorway to some other world. It was like an imaginary world that only the select and elect could see. Then one day it came. The administrators walked over. "It's time." The boy lifted his two poles from the table. The frame and the structure and the entire body that seemed so resiliant once again fell crumbling to pieces. Then the boy walked over to me, gave me a knowing look and came close to my side. I put my arm around him and we walked off into the distance, into the fog. Someday the blood and the flesh will rot and the rock and the clay and the water and the steel will pass away. But until then, we two will walk away saddened at the loss of our good life, waiting to run into another flat surface to build on. Then I can tell him about the future collapse of the structure and he can continue to build on with glee. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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A marvelous analogy! |
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