“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…”
#3372 (7-12-2012)
