Look at the Jack. It remains hidden in the box eternally. Till someone turns the crank. Presenting the proper impetus, the Jack bursts forth, displaying its colors to the waiting appreciative eyes. Amusement passed, the creator pushes the Jack back into its box. Soon, the crank turns again. And obediently as the puppet it is, the Jack springs forth, reds and blues ablaze with fascination for the viewer. Sated again with the brilliance of colors, the viewer once again desires to return to the dullness of reality, shoving the Jack once again back into its box.
But the Jack does not complain. Never once does it's painted smile fade in intensity. It is always there, waiting for the next bored one to turn the crank and make it pop forth in all its glory once more. Long after there are no more viewers it will still be there, inside its box, beauty slowly fading into dullness. It does not mind. It serves its purpose: to amuse for a moment, to fascinate, to relieve the dullness of the mundane. And the children clap their hands and laugh and forget.
The Jack will always be there, serving the purpose it was created for.
2 comments:
Emily, this is some seriously depressing stuff and I've been trying to figure out a way to make it funny or happy for three days and there just isn't one.
I'm sorry you're depressed.
Have a *hug*. Maybe you should collect them.
Here, have another
*hug*
p.s. ... the random word verification words are quite funny. Today's is "Horkeete"
Sorry, it wasn't meant to be funny or happy. Thanks for the hugs. You can have one back! *hug*
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