Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Dropped From a Tree
“Two bulls are in one herd, like two friends might be in a
pasture; like two drunken swine!
Can they be two friends in Victory?
Which bull is evil, which is not?”
The old man thought on this dragging his mind
every-which-way, cried fiercely: “The Aggressor!”
“Neither one has morality, or meaning, or purpose.”
The old man thought on this some more.
“To whom should I give the earth to,” said the heavy voice
coming down from heaven.
“To the wild boar?
To the fish?
To man that will destroy it?
To the seagull that will eat the fish, but preserve the earth?”
“Had I a choice…” the old man went to say, but held his
tongue silent, after having a second thought, one without Pretence… (least all mankind perish)
“Well,” said the voice louder than thunder, heavily
reverberating: “Oh, it’s my fault, it is far better I let man Destroy himself, show heaven and its multitude, how much Gentler
the great bears and saber-tooth tigers were…you see I let The powerful ones perish for man, an absurd ape dropped From a
tree, to rule the earth: now, no more than a blasphemous Grasshopper in rags and bones, hiding in the bushes…”