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tale 82 the old monkey tells his tale 7 Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334
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The old monkey tells his
tale 7 If death were so
beautiful, one would not want to live at all, but would rather die
immediately after birth. Different monkey cultures even say that one loses
memory with death. But when one of the girls, who had noticed my awakening, came
to me and asked me something, I couldn't understand a word and answered in
one of the languages I had learned so far. It is probably too much to
expect a monkey to speak other languages if she or he has never left their
residential area. And so, she just looked at me sweetly with her beautiful
eyes. Another language teacher? On one hand, these paradises closed off from
the outside world have their charm, which consists in their simplicity. But
on the other hand, because of that, they can also be very one-sided and
limited. Instinct is stupid and
only sees the moment. And so, it is love, difficulties begin later. In simple or early
societies, the monkey sees all children as survival and the whole community
participates in their upbringing. Wherever one's own property arises, the
father tries to secure as much as possible for his own. When developed
societies are smart, they come back to the initial principle. However, none
has room for individualism, because that would loosen the ties within the
community too much. Mad people are harmless and delight in their
ridiculousness. Well thought-out peculiarities shake the foundations of
order. External modules must first be checked for their properties. However, these eyes had
forgotten all principles, only the urge to fulfil the longing was reflected
in it. Instinct knows no reason. I doubt whether she could read my mind, she
only noticed that something was working in my head and this had to be
overwhelmed first if the whole body was to be led to its enjoyment. How
simple the world is! First, she led me to a
place with little tables set. All sorts of subtleties that could only be
imagined. I later learned that males and older females were helpful angels.
After I had fed enough, she showed me a resting place and I fell asleep on
her bosom. When I woke up again, she was lying tightly next to me and playing
with my genitals, which of course showed a certain effect. She offered
herself to me and I did not have to be asked twice. She followed me
everywhere, always ready for union. She drank me up, or squeezed me out, like
a lemon. After a while, I would sometimes take refuge in a tree or hide from
her, but she found me anyway. But then one morning she suddenly disappeared.
I looked for her but couldn't find her anywhere. Instead, all the other monkey
girls followed me now. After a few days, I let myself be conquered. Although
I feasted on the set tables and did well, I soon looked like a shadow or a
ghost. The stallion needed a rest. However, it was a small island and I
couldn't be sure that there weren't any crocodiles or piranhas in the water.
Therefore, I waited for the moment when the angels would come with dinner
twice a day. They reached the island in small boats. When I sat down there,
the girls left me alone. Apparently, they understood my intention. The boats arrived, I
helped them distribute the food on the tables and got on. Now there was
finally an older female, who explained the whole thing to me. “All males who
come to the island have to satisfy the willing girls and if one of them has
no more strength, he waits for the boats. The girls do the same when they
realize they are pregnant. Sexual intercourse only takes place on the
blissful island, so everyone knows what they are about. And the offspring are
assured. It is clear to everyone who the mother is, but no one knows exactly
who the father could be. The residents of the surrounding area provide the
island with everything they need so that the people there only have to deal
with love." I spent some time in this
magical world, once at work, then again on the island, until an older monkey
spoke to me. “You have done a lot for us, you have helped with our work, but
most of all you have brought us new blood. However, something is bothering
you?” It was an old, clever monkey. "You're right. Your paradise is a
miracle, but something pulls me away again.” “I know. I was like you, hiked
for a long time, and came back in the end. Should you ever feel that you can
live in the simplicity of happiness, then come back, we will welcome you.” I
hugged the old man, thanked him, took a few steps and was gone into the dense
rainforest. Who had have given whom more? All of these experiences
had deeply influenced me, or rather, had left me with a great mess of facts,
knowledge, wishes, dreams and ideas. I asked for rest and processing. That's
why I wasn't sad at all when, after conquering the next peaks, a lovely,
small, lonely mountain valley opened before my eyes. Trees, many clearings, a
small river and apparently completely untouched. Had a monkey never strayed
here before? In two days I had roamed all over it, knew every corner, every
fruit bush. A fallen tree over the river, which I weighed down with fallen
wood and stones, soon formed a dam and a smaller lake was created in which I
fished. I slowly became calm, like the valley. My thoughts began to come to
terms, or rather, how I felt about what I had experienced. I wanted to find
out who I really was. Did every event have the same influence on everyone?
Why do things still have different effects on individuals? |
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