Cages
Of course Morat asked me to meet him at the zoo as someone had to pay for his admission. Three hot dogs later he spoke. Usually, I anticipate a belch and he expects me to write it down. This time he was fascinated by monkeys.
"Monkeys are funny," I offered.
He ate the last bite of the final hot dog and shook his head no, "cages" he mumbled.
Always the astute student, "cages?" I asked.
"Yes, cages. We put everything in cages. Ideas, monkeys, even our perception of other people. Everything lives in a cage and our minds try to maintain orderly zoos."
"Do hot dogs live in cages? I asked.
"Yes."
"Then next time you want one don't ask me to buy it, I can't unlock its cage."
"You don't have to you fool," he delightfully answered, "you live in the hot dog vendor cage."
"Monkeys are funny," I offered.
He ate the last bite of the final hot dog and shook his head no, "cages" he mumbled.
Always the astute student, "cages?" I asked.
"Yes, cages. We put everything in cages. Ideas, monkeys, even our perception of other people. Everything lives in a cage and our minds try to maintain orderly zoos."
"Do hot dogs live in cages? I asked.
"Yes."
"Then next time you want one don't ask me to buy it, I can't unlock its cage."
"You don't have to you fool," he delightfully answered, "you live in the hot dog vendor cage."