The Civilized World

from the dawning of civilization there have been a peoples to which felt themselves entirely responsible for the rising of the sun and moon. Today this is there story.

At some point in the whole theory of things there was a man and a woman. This man was tired from the first birthing of himself that he sat down and decided he would invent television and games to entertain himself after he elects others to mow the grass and clean the pool. He watched morning noon and night at all other man-like creatures as they spent their days passing about animal hides filled with air or rolling around rocks with sticks. This man creature had he a woman. She was bored and tired of washing their clothing on a rock and their dishes in the pond that she sought out the weaker and inferior men who would sit without the tv and remote most of their kind were so fond of and ponder the sciences and fantasies to make themselves superior to their other counterparts. Even these analytical men were bored with life and chased all things with two legs and breasts provided that the breasts were symmetrical and the legs were lean.

The perfect woman didn't want the perfect man and the tall women would rather have the short ones as did the tall men. Each had free will but somehow, one day on vacation, they both stumbled across a book. Rather a library full of books and began reading. The each read little by little only stopping to scratch and eat and defecate and tickle each other's fancy. But soon they would lose interest in all things procreative and strive to bring to one another's attention the stories they learned from these books and their perception of what they felt all this writing had meant. Days soon turned into weeks and months and eventually years. The men grew old and the women grew fat and gray and when they found they had read all their forward facing eyes could behold, they set out to spread this knowledge. Each person passing by would get the story of what we were put here for and the rules as the reader/teller had speculated them to be. Not one corner of the earth was overlooked in this venture until finally resting in the North Americas they came to believe they had the secrets to a better way of living.

Man as a whole failed to recognize the true title of the books to which they spent the bulk of their days. The "Joy of Sex" was actually a book called "How to Disrupt the Females and Make an Ass Out of Yourself" and "To Kill a Mockingbird" really was a cookbook for the cannibals in Central America circa pre- 20th Century AD. They never realized that life itself was, is and always will be the art of dying gracefully. They didn't get the hidden message that we need to leave as little a ripple on the waters of life as possible. We need to be part of and not ruler of this place we don't own. It is a large graveyard and nothing more. Pick a space as they are running short fast-if you don't believe me take a gander at the Philippines and how they dig up carcasses after a year to burn them to open up a new plot to bury the next generation in. It's a macabre existence we live in but at least I know I do my best, how about you?~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.