continues the story of our holiday imaginary:
the court will decide for the children.
From the holy book Creating Uhnox 7:
In those days men had multiplied on the earth, and
had built "the city" whose meaning is
'places where it takes at least half an hour to go from home to job' .
And some cities were great, and great distances,
and some cities were small and short distances, but non-existent parking. In those days
Wilbur looked at her creatures and reflected on what to do.
In those days neither men nor women Wilbur approach because no one here is stupid. (...)
So Wilbur realized that by now had created everything, and also a lot of
useless things such as mosquitoes, orangutans and Bagonghi,
and although they were all things that made him laugh a lot, yet something was missing,
and thus created a couple of bacteria, the aesthetic sense, and the colander.
And because of these three things he did not know what to do, gave it to men,
sneezing for the new bacteria that said "Now what do we do?"
And Wilbur explained to them what to do with aesthetics,
and they saw what their cities were ugly, and especially their wives, and were unhappy
.
But even more unfortunate was a little later, when Wilbur,
not knowing what he could do the colander, thundered
"E you, men, refused a gift of Wilbur? In this article, which I call colander,
I hid the meaning of life. If you learn how to use it,
life will never be any secret to your eyes. "
And so men spent days trying to use the colander in a way,
someone put it in his head to protect from sun
someone used it to stun her neighbor with a blow on the head and
covet his wife (also born of desire by the unexpected gift of the aesthetic sense),
others used it to stun his wife and not have to covet nobody,
other lovely compositions to collect fruit, and others
to filter the sand and get finer sand, which at first seemed like a good thing to Wilbur,
but then realized that the finer sand is not an improvement worthy of note, and then
where you throw the most gross?
Eventually a man used the colander to filter the tea in the morning.
"Look," said Wilbur garrulous on the sky-
no longer have to spit all the leaves for half a day ...
now I can even take tea in mid-afternoon if I want. "
Then Wilbur was angry for the futility of his creatures, and
replied "Oh yeah? The meaning of life would be in mid-afternoon tea?
Wait till I send you the water for one. "
It rained a shower of loud ones. In the middle of which,
tired and depressed, he fell asleep.
And men below shouted
" Wilbur wants to destroy us for our failure. "
" He wants to punish us for our vanity. "
" He crushes us because we have disappointed. "
" Wilbur sent us the deluge "Silence
" What? "
" Wilbur us sent ... glu glu glu glu
...." "What that guy said?"
"I think the Flood."
"Ah, well, had to be right.
pass on to future generations this event as the Flood, ok? "
" Ad have for future generations! "
" What, you do not feel the rain makes a noise .. "
" I said, glu glu glu ... "
" Ah, glu glu glu ... "When
Wilbur awoke they gave him a pat on the head and immediately closed the taps.
But now humanity floating in the tide as the fish eggs.
Only a man named Ziusudra had rescued all his people on a boat built at
necessary.
"Ziusudra - called him Wilbur-tell me, '
how come you managed to rescue your people well, without warning?"
"But Wilbur, did you yourself warned."
"Er Of course, yes, I know, but please, Remember how, do you mind? "
And here the sacred book of creation stops.
We need to move to a poem, perhaps apocryphal,
unoxiani on which many theologians are asking today.
The 'Poem of the shekel and the meaning of life '.
Personally, having land and not UNOX,
I do not poses the problem of the veracity of the poem, but
as to the wisdom contained in it, I have no doubt, judge for yourself.
In the first part of the poem shekel traveling by land
and sea to find the meaning of life in distant lands and forgotten legends.
Then, finally, is Ziusudra, the man who survived the Flood and questions him.
"Dear Shekel, so you want to know how Ziusudra survived?
Well I'll tell you a story, a story before the flood, Wilbur
a secret reserved for the few among mortals.
In those days my wife and I lived on a hill near the coast,
and like everyone else we were wondering what we should do with the colander,
which Wilbur had just made a gift.
In those days I would always try to stay away from my wife because it was intractable, and so
with the history of the colander went to the source in the sun and drink fresh water
observing the curious object that contains within itself the meaning of life.
was passing the object in the water I understood:
filling of water could make it rain on the sand and stones, and whether it represents life, Wilbur
then meant that we would send a rain than any other,
as the sea is higher than any lake.
I went home, and nobody believed me, but anyway, I spent every right to build the boat.
My wife yelled with all his might, but when taken
rain came on board and sat down good.
We loaded the seed of every plant and every animal, by tightening the hatches,
and waited for it to end.
But the deluge - had spread the rumor that his name was so even though I never understood because -
not ended, while supplies were finite.
We had a board of grain for the birds, the only thing we had in quantity
because we did not know how little they ate, and the expression 'eats like a bird' in those days
old had not yet been invented.
But it was not food for human beings, so the ground until a fine flour, mixed with water and
that we tried to bake in the oven or over a flame,
but could not because there was water seeping from anywhere bridge.
quell'impasto then tried to cut into thin strips and boil in a pot, the cooking water
but we sucked, and was not a you could eat soup with a spoon.
was my wife to take the colander and drain the food that we had invented.
Then, the flood was over, and Wilbur, to prove myself, I wondered what had happened.
I explained to him, and he smiled on us with a ray of sunshine in many colors and said
"Ziusudra, you are the wisest among men,
because I had hidden so well the meaning of life in colander
not I even knew best how to pick it out.
But you you did it, and with that subject you and your wife have saved your life and that of your people
twice.
If it turns out there is a way of life is now hidden in your story,
telling who I'll ask him why we could try,
and after repeating my words to tell you a second time so that the
riascoltino with knowledge of the facts,
knowing that we must search within the meaning of life. Why now
life has no any secret in your eyes, Ziusudra. "
And with this my story ends.
In those days my wife and I lived on a hill near the coast, and like all other
we were wondering what we should do with the colander ...."