The beads of sweat form on
your forehead as you attempt to contemplate the inconceivable. “Your
life as a metaphor.” Like a riddle, hand delivered by Edward
Nigma, you are incapable of unlocking the secret that you know is
just beyond your cognitive grasp. It is writers block, and you have
a paper due.
You try everything to loosen
the ropes that have imprisoned your creativity, yet nothing seems to
work. You watch TV. You listen to some music. You go for a walk
and ponder the dichotomy of the butterfly. Yet those keys do not
unlock the door. In fact, they break off and get stuck in the lock.
As hungry as you are, you
take a break to eat before your brain oozes out of your ears. Two
slices turkey, a little lettuce, a couple strips of bacon, some
mustard, and all on split-top wheat. Oh yes! Now this is living.
You grab your favorite drink and sit back. No thinking. Just
eating.
Just then, it hits you. The
sandwich! You run to your paper and begin to write. You write and
write and write until the last period is printed on the page. Then
you step back and observe your triumph of will. It is complete. A
victory unsurpassed in the annals of human achievement.
Suddenly you realize the
greatest news of all. You still have a sandwich.
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ReplyDeleteI'm always up for the light-hearted, the jeu d'esprit (as the French say), the clever, the something-made-out-of-nothing. The key to keeping these airy bubbles afloat is maintaining the tone, avoiding anything jarring or heavy.
ReplyDeleteI'd say you succeed admirably--and, at the end, you still have a nice turkey club sandwich.
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