Tektōnturbidus was standing in the middle of the parking lot. He flagged down some of the passing vehicles.
“Where you are going?”, he asked. Some said to school, some said to work and some said just fooling around. He asked why they went to school, why they went to work, why the thing they were doing. “I don’t know, well, I think because it’s how it should be, isn’t it? I mean, well, that’s what everyone’s doing, that’s also what my parents and the elders tell me to do. And… besides, hell, I don’t know anything else better to do!”
He asked whether they believed in Destiny or not, some said yes, some said no and other said they didn’t know, hadn’t actually thought about that before, but nearly everyone said that they would avoid certain things to steer clear of bad luck and will do certain things to bring good luck. By sunset, he reached the conclusion that even though many said no, they were constantly worried about it.
The next day he showed up in the parking lot again which upset some. He had been standing there asking those stupid questions for the past ninety days. He asked them whether they were happy, and again the answers were divided into three groups. He asked what they wanted to do if it was possible and the answers were very often a long way from what they were actually doing. Even those who had everything and claimed to be happy were a bit shaken in the end. At the end of the day, Tektōnturbidus reached the conclusion that he hadn’t met a truely happy man yet.
He asked them why didn’t they do anything different to change the situation since they didn’t like it? The most frequent answer was that it was risky to change and it was safer to accept the norm. He was thinking about these answers on his way home, he was sure about two things: that everyone was afriad of Destiny and, that no man was happy. By the time he got to his front door he reached the conclusion that no man was happy because they inflicted Destiny upon themselves whether they knew it or not.
The discontent against his presence in the parking lot accumulated into anger, it was because of fear. And fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. And suffering it was for the cops busted into his apartment the following day and he was accused of corrupting the populace, sabotaging the state and blaspheming against the Life. The jury found him guilty and he was condemned to meet his end in the depth of the unforgiving Mount Oblivion.
“Where you are going?”, he asked. Some said to school, some said to work and some said just fooling around. He asked why they went to school, why they went to work, why the thing they were doing. “I don’t know, well, I think because it’s how it should be, isn’t it? I mean, well, that’s what everyone’s doing, that’s also what my parents and the elders tell me to do. And… besides, hell, I don’t know anything else better to do!”
He asked whether they believed in Destiny or not, some said yes, some said no and other said they didn’t know, hadn’t actually thought about that before, but nearly everyone said that they would avoid certain things to steer clear of bad luck and will do certain things to bring good luck. By sunset, he reached the conclusion that even though many said no, they were constantly worried about it.
The next day he showed up in the parking lot again which upset some. He had been standing there asking those stupid questions for the past ninety days. He asked them whether they were happy, and again the answers were divided into three groups. He asked what they wanted to do if it was possible and the answers were very often a long way from what they were actually doing. Even those who had everything and claimed to be happy were a bit shaken in the end. At the end of the day, Tektōnturbidus reached the conclusion that he hadn’t met a truely happy man yet.
He asked them why didn’t they do anything different to change the situation since they didn’t like it? The most frequent answer was that it was risky to change and it was safer to accept the norm. He was thinking about these answers on his way home, he was sure about two things: that everyone was afriad of Destiny and, that no man was happy. By the time he got to his front door he reached the conclusion that no man was happy because they inflicted Destiny upon themselves whether they knew it or not.
The discontent against his presence in the parking lot accumulated into anger, it was because of fear. And fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. And suffering it was for the cops busted into his apartment the following day and he was accused of corrupting the populace, sabotaging the state and blaspheming against the Life. The jury found him guilty and he was condemned to meet his end in the depth of the unforgiving Mount Oblivion.
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