Title: THE GARDEN OF EATEN
Co-authors: Bill and PM--Suzanne
Date completed: March 9, 2002
Trust
your emotions to twist and turn the troubles and triumphs of your tenure here
on terra firma. Triumphant in a tangle
of firm, but friendly emotional frameworks, you will find freedom, fanfare and
flights of fancy forever into the future.
"But,
Daddy, why do the banana trees have to die so we can get the fruit?",
asked the little child in the garden of eaten.
"That",
replied Daddy, "is because the basic banana belongs between our teeth, but
the big banana plant bypasses life after fruiting and desires death."
Thus
we have to trust that all is well with the world, including death. "Dang, dere ain't no derth o' death in
dis here domain, is dere?", declared Daddy.
Emotions
ran high as terra firma became a vision of decay. Yes, a veritable Doomsday developed before our very eyes, as we
grovelled in the gravel; the rubble
that remained of a once-great civilization.
Yet all civilizations crumble even as their greatness shines. Recognizing the greatness, though, is
sometimes like distinguishing between Shinola and that other stuff -- not
always easy to do.
Emotions
twisting and turning between the bedroom and the bathroom and the kitchen. Just to keep up with them, Daddy had to don
his scatological rollerskates, chef's hat, and white pajamas; which made him
look like the Pillsbury Doughboy on wheels.
And yet again humor saved the day, proving that trusting and laughter go
hand in hand.
The
little child rolled around on the ground in the Garden of Eaten, laughing
uncontrollably at Daddy's skating antics, unaware of all the fallen fruit she
was crushing under her as she did so.
This garden of eaten is our world; the one you are seeing out of your
eyes, unless you are blind and in that case it is the world that you are
creating within yourself where emotions rule.
And
if that doesn't cut the cake for you, the Garden of Eaten is always just a
great place to roll around and make fruit juice.
The End
