FatElvis
01-23-2013, 03:16 AM
On The Subject of Monsters
“There is no need for art. The simple stimulation brought on by our natural senses completely overpowers any provocation of intellect.” The monster shifted the world and the people teetered on the edge.
“I don't know what you mean,” said the child.
The monster corrected its head position and went on. “Have you ever considered our natural order, our deepest motivations? What I mean to say is that you don't have to understand what I am saying. Listen to my words as you would music, with certain phrases repeated like a chorus.” And from the oceans many great beasts awoke and raised and flared their dog-heads.
The monster lifted its tail and went on. “Say that we never communicated by words at all, that our cerebral nature was never satisfied, nor even touched in even a subtle way. All art, all language... Ideas themselves would not exist, just our natural emotions and natural touches in the moonlight. Our food would smell, and we would love it more than we love anything presently. Do you understand?”
“No,” said the child.
“Good, since you don't understand you are free from my burden.” The dog-headed beasts approached and snarled and clapped their teeth.
“I'm scared.” The child cowered from the dog-headed beasts.
“I know you are scared. Our visitors are about to give us the greatest gift of all: the gift of nonexistence.” And the monster steadied the Earth and the child wept and both were chomped apart by the great dog beasts.
“There is no need for art. The simple stimulation brought on by our natural senses completely overpowers any provocation of intellect.” The monster shifted the world and the people teetered on the edge.
“I don't know what you mean,” said the child.
The monster corrected its head position and went on. “Have you ever considered our natural order, our deepest motivations? What I mean to say is that you don't have to understand what I am saying. Listen to my words as you would music, with certain phrases repeated like a chorus.” And from the oceans many great beasts awoke and raised and flared their dog-heads.
The monster lifted its tail and went on. “Say that we never communicated by words at all, that our cerebral nature was never satisfied, nor even touched in even a subtle way. All art, all language... Ideas themselves would not exist, just our natural emotions and natural touches in the moonlight. Our food would smell, and we would love it more than we love anything presently. Do you understand?”
“No,” said the child.
“Good, since you don't understand you are free from my burden.” The dog-headed beasts approached and snarled and clapped their teeth.
“I'm scared.” The child cowered from the dog-headed beasts.
“I know you are scared. Our visitors are about to give us the greatest gift of all: the gift of nonexistence.” And the monster steadied the Earth and the child wept and both were chomped apart by the great dog beasts.