Computer me this
I built a spaceship out of clay. The insides were clay. The outside was clay. It was seemingly seamless and seemingly useless. It sits on the front lawn pretending to be important. When visitors come by they comment on its magnificant scale, but alas it does not fly. It is imitation. It is fake.
Somehow it serves a purpose. My purpose. Designed to perform for my will. Except that it sucks. It's a stupid hunk of clay. Perhaps, if I were a more sociable man, the desire for a true space shape could have become something more real. I could have collectively built. Collectively designed. Then there would be no hunk of clay in my front yard.
Now it sits out there like an idol. A symbol of my own desires and my own abilities. A visual discription of stubborn nature of man. However, I don't see much of another way. I lack this ability to communicate. We all speak our own social languages. I am comfortable with only a handful of you because I can't handle the stress of learning so many social languages.
Clay is the symbol of this world's social inepts.
Somehow it serves a purpose. My purpose. Designed to perform for my will. Except that it sucks. It's a stupid hunk of clay. Perhaps, if I were a more sociable man, the desire for a true space shape could have become something more real. I could have collectively built. Collectively designed. Then there would be no hunk of clay in my front yard.
Now it sits out there like an idol. A symbol of my own desires and my own abilities. A visual discription of stubborn nature of man. However, I don't see much of another way. I lack this ability to communicate. We all speak our own social languages. I am comfortable with only a handful of you because I can't handle the stress of learning so many social languages.
Clay is the symbol of this world's social inepts.