Early in the fifth century, a king came to power who suggested that the Bible had been misread, and that rather than reviling snakes, they all should be collected and revered. This king ruled but a short time in Egypt before he was killed by a snake's bite on the heel of his left foot.
In roughly 400 B.C. a poet came to power and built a city based on aesthetics and beauty. Some say he was the basis or reason that poets were left out of Plato's perfect Polis. The city was made entirely of porphyry, and every staircase was adorned with Pegasus or Griffins and door handles were elaborate mouths of lions. Everyone in the city spent their time making the city more beautiful, each person, forgetting their duty to one another, as everyone sought to make even the slightest object, a shelf, a hand towel, the most beautiful iteration that the world had ever seen. As you might imagine, such a city could never last, and the city was sacked by marauding Vikings and the ruler burned at the stake.
Long before human beings had arisen from the seas, struggled onto land, climbed into and out of the trees, a prophet arose in the sea. He was a mollusk and was prone to long periods of silence, which his followers often mistook for devotion. This prophet foretold of a day when the mollusks would cease hanging onto the walls of rocks, and they would walk on two feet and play baseball and sometimes smoke a cigarette behind the 7-11 on their sixteenth birthday. He too was eventually burned at the stake, but years later, and in a city far away from here.
In roughly 400 B.C. a poet came to power and built a city based on aesthetics and beauty. Some say he was the basis or reason that poets were left out of Plato's perfect Polis. The city was made entirely of porphyry, and every staircase was adorned with Pegasus or Griffins and door handles were elaborate mouths of lions. Everyone in the city spent their time making the city more beautiful, each person, forgetting their duty to one another, as everyone sought to make even the slightest object, a shelf, a hand towel, the most beautiful iteration that the world had ever seen. As you might imagine, such a city could never last, and the city was sacked by marauding Vikings and the ruler burned at the stake.
Long before human beings had arisen from the seas, struggled onto land, climbed into and out of the trees, a prophet arose in the sea. He was a mollusk and was prone to long periods of silence, which his followers often mistook for devotion. This prophet foretold of a day when the mollusks would cease hanging onto the walls of rocks, and they would walk on two feet and play baseball and sometimes smoke a cigarette behind the 7-11 on their sixteenth birthday. He too was eventually burned at the stake, but years later, and in a city far away from here.
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