Friday, February 20, 2009
trees, me, and free will
i (jimmy) am a tree without roots.
i am a tree without leaves, or branches, or bark.
i am not a tree at all.
I like trees, but they can be really scary at night, and really scary when knots - or the pecking and digging of animals - have created "faces" in the bark, usually with what appears, at a distance, to be eyes and a mouth - and usually a mouth open, screaming, tortured, and eyes that are both watching and vacant - all so they can watch your every move and report your whereabouts to woodland demons for their soul-snatching operations. They watch, they wait and watch, and wait for dark, and for you, alone. I am really not sure what use a soul would be to anyone other than the owner. Really, in my opinion, my soul has very little value unless you get the super-sexy buttocks that came with the current package, i mean, then you have something worth something. As said by David Hume to me in a dream, "what use, free will, without buttocks as fine as thine?"
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