Good morning, he thought. Sparrow was staring at him through the window, ignorant of his need for privacy. He, immodest, blushed then chuckled then said and waved hi. Getting out of bed was the easy part getting ready for work not since getting ready for work required more work which required more work.
Were mundane things worth noting? It depends; mundane descriptions of eating sleeping working shitting were priceless to the prying observer a thousand years in the future yet to us now they are redundant and useless. So the bus arrives early and he notes that happily but with a twinge of sadness knowing that that would not always be the case.
Sometimes, Dog weeps and for no good reason. There might be one, but unless he so inclines to tell us we can safely say we don't know. Tears on Dog are odd indeed, and while the rest of us puzzle only the poets and scientists try to find an answer. Both start from different points but almost inevitably reach the same conclusion.
Click click goes the mouse. The mouse mind you is not a real mouse but rather a plastic metallic electronic device made by its god who is man and it does its masters' bidding. Click click goes the mouse and its master the user strays from his usual routine at the cost of his company's productivity and instead drifts to sites where he can view his species copulate.
Sparrow and Dog wonder what the fuss is all about when he gets fired for click clicking and watching his species mate. Nothing special indeed.
At the same time, mouse silently and obediently does its masters' bidding. Being a fallen object, he may never sin but in the end he always returns to dust click clicking no more.
Cat licks her paws yawns and sleeps; one eye open at the children little children playing in the swimming pool. They frolic in the water and laugh for no apparent listen since at that age justification to perform such acts is not required. They laugh and are observed by their elders, who in turn observe magazines.
Ice creams under the sun survive for a short while, but ah what pleasure it gives to the person licking slurping biting it? Yum! It melts quickly but satisfies brilliantly- a metaphysical law indeed.
An old man sat on a bench under the tree. Cat stared at him and trod post. He looked at her and she at him. He speaks to it but the cat does not understand. He knows she does not but pretends she does.
The children too, frolicking and laughing pretend they are Jedis. Together humanity pretends so conclude Sparrow Dog and Cat who then rejoice that they are an honest kind; sinless beings who need not cover in shame their true nature but beings who die anyway under the curse.
But at least better than man.
Were mundane things worth noting? It depends; mundane descriptions of eating sleeping working shitting were priceless to the prying observer a thousand years in the future yet to us now they are redundant and useless. So the bus arrives early and he notes that happily but with a twinge of sadness knowing that that would not always be the case.
Sometimes, Dog weeps and for no good reason. There might be one, but unless he so inclines to tell us we can safely say we don't know. Tears on Dog are odd indeed, and while the rest of us puzzle only the poets and scientists try to find an answer. Both start from different points but almost inevitably reach the same conclusion.
Click click goes the mouse. The mouse mind you is not a real mouse but rather a plastic metallic electronic device made by its god who is man and it does its masters' bidding. Click click goes the mouse and its master the user strays from his usual routine at the cost of his company's productivity and instead drifts to sites where he can view his species copulate.
Sparrow and Dog wonder what the fuss is all about when he gets fired for click clicking and watching his species mate. Nothing special indeed.
At the same time, mouse silently and obediently does its masters' bidding. Being a fallen object, he may never sin but in the end he always returns to dust click clicking no more.
Cat licks her paws yawns and sleeps; one eye open at the children little children playing in the swimming pool. They frolic in the water and laugh for no apparent listen since at that age justification to perform such acts is not required. They laugh and are observed by their elders, who in turn observe magazines.
Ice creams under the sun survive for a short while, but ah what pleasure it gives to the person licking slurping biting it? Yum! It melts quickly but satisfies brilliantly- a metaphysical law indeed.
An old man sat on a bench under the tree. Cat stared at him and trod post. He looked at her and she at him. He speaks to it but the cat does not understand. He knows she does not but pretends she does.
The children too, frolicking and laughing pretend they are Jedis. Together humanity pretends so conclude Sparrow Dog and Cat who then rejoice that they are an honest kind; sinless beings who need not cover in shame their true nature but beings who die anyway under the curse.
But at least better than man.
