Thoughtful Email #12 – A Wish For You
Standing on top of a hill, existence spreading all around me, I smile!
As life flirts with my senses, a powerful energy rushing through my veins, I laugh!
Witnessing everything in its glory, a magnificent dance of thoughts exploding, I love!
Releasing myself, losing control and floating around in peace, I live!
I open my eyes and see the eternal waltz of Shadow and Light as they joyfully color the world,
I open my ears and hear the world’s heartbeat, as life celebrates all around me,
I take a deep breath, inhaling the magical essence of the world, unseen, unheard, unfelt!
I close my eyes, touch the ground and am overwhelmed by the vibrations of humanity.
As I am intoxicated by this mystical explosion of the world’s spirit, I miss you my friend!
I think about the times we spent together, and how many happy moments we had,
I remember all of the emotions we have been through together, and I smile.
I smile, for though I might have seen you but a few moments ago, I miss you already!
I miss you already, for this sensory orgasm is but an empty experience, until I share it with you!
To wake up every day with a smile,
To smile through the pains of life,
To live, fully, happily, satisfyingly,
To never be alone!
That is what I wish for you!
Marc Khoury
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Thoughtful Email #11 – A Vagabond Wish
Happiness - that ever elusive prize. We spend a lifetime trying to attain it, yet somehow never really getting it. Never realizing that all this time, what we are looking for lies calmly and safely within.
I sought it out, with all my might, in everything and everyone, and could not see it, could not find it anywhere. It was frustrating, to say the least, and yet for some reason, I kept looking, kept on searching.
At some point, I did give in. I let go of what I considered a hopeless goal, after all, society told me so, told me to let go of my foolish dreams and follow the sound of reason, their reason. And I did.
A mere content ensued, and I thought it was the closest I would get to being happy, that maybe, just maybe following the road that so many have taken before me, would lead me to a happiness. They could not be all wrong. Can they? But something happened, somewhere deep within, I felt a crack. Something broke I feared, and automatically, I searched deep within to find it and mend it.
What I found surprised and terrified me.
I found myself, looking back at me, with a fiery glare. Anger in my own inner eyes was glowing brighter than the sun at its peak, and slowly I walked towards myself. I was mesmerized, and could not look away. The harder I tried the harder it became. I soon was standing right in front of myself, and felt a heat, a fire reaching out to grab me.
The terror grew to panic, and I was frozen in place. The flame took hold of me, grabbed my throat, stifling any attempt to cry out for help, and my blazing self spoke softly into my flabbergasted, wide open eyes.
“I sat here in the dark, waiting a lifetime for you to call me out, and all you did was keep me in the shadows. I have waited patiently for you, but no more. You will heed my call. You will do my bidding, and you have no option, no choice.”
The flaming grip relaxed enough for me take a deep, warm breath, and I knew from the look on my face, that I was expected to answer. It is thus that the words came out of my mouth, fleeting words that I seemed unable to control. In disbelief at what I was saying I replied:
“Speak, and I shall listen.”
A smile on my fervent self did not comfort me, until I spoke:
“You will follow your heart, your passion. You will make your message known to the world, and will do so regardless of the fear. Come what may, you will always be happy.
Happiness is not a journey nor is it an end. Happiness is simply a state of mind. A state of mind that you shall not replace for anything, under any circumstance. You will go forth, and achieve that which is your innermost self. I will be brought out.”
My throat was now released completely, and I was expected to yet again speak my mind:
“I know I have a passion for the arts, but what am I to do? What about money? What about making a living for myself in order to be able to sometime, down along the way, have a family?”
The fire in my other eyes grew ablaze, the grip back on my throat, and with anger my other self said:
“It is not about finding a job that provides you with money, but finding a way to make money from your passion. The ideas are there, dormant in your mind, some you already have thought about, and you will execute them.
The journey will be tough, and you will be criticized by many out there who believe such a vagabond life to be insane and wrong. You will disregard them. You will dismiss such negative thoughts and move on. Past the pain, past the tiredness, past the doubt.”
Back out of my mind, my heart beating fast, I finally found the truth. I had to seek it deep within myself, but I found it. My way of being happy. The life that I always dreamed of.
What you want is deep within you, waiting patiently. I was lucky to have it get angry enough to call me in, grab and shake me awake from this slumber. Do not wait for that luck. Dig deep into yourself, and call yourself out, face yourself, and have a long, honest discussion. It will be terrifying, believe me… but most worth it.
You see, I have decided to live the vagabond life. To chase my dream, and be happy enjoying the journey I am about to embark on. It scares me at times, but I quickly dismiss these thoughts, replacing them with hope. The hope, that tomorrow will be just as sweet as today is.
My vagabond wish to all of you chasing your dream:
May you be as happy as a child chasing a kite along the green grass of the prairies.
May you laugh with excitement with every new day.
May you sleep like a baby with not a worry on your mind.
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #10 – Wheelchair Discussions
The following is a true story based upon actual fictional events.
There I was, sitting, enjoying a sip of coffee, when an elderly man passes by. He was on a wheelchair being driven by his wife. Having a sad look on his face, I figured I could smile and help him smile. Instead, the man reacts and launches an offensive saying:
“What are you smiling at? What do you care? At least you still got use of your legs!”
At which I initiated the conversation with the man on a wheelchair, “I may have legs, and the use of them... But i can not use them.”
His bewildered look was the sign that i needed to invite him and his wife to join me for a cup of coffee. He was pleasantly intrigued with my reply, or at least, so his smile suggested as well as the fact that they accepted my invitation.
“Well? Care to elaborate?” asked the man on the wheelchair.
“Ah yes!”, I replied, “well like I said, I may have my legs but I can not use them. The only walking space available is the mall or the gym. Sometimes, outside the weather is acceptable, yet walking for other than exercise, the walking that you so terribly miss, which is defined as ‘The use of one legs to get to you destination’ is simply non existent. I can not do that, for there are no more destinations, or rather no more walkable destinations. Therefore, I too have lost the use of my legs”.
I had caught his attention, his smile broadens, his eyes jump around, and I could almost hear his brain ticking as he thought up his next question.
“Well maybe so, however,” he asked, “this optimism of yours, this... positivity of yours, can not be kept when you are unable to clean yourself without help. I can not go anywhere without being taken. u have to be carried and placed on the toilet! I feel ashamed and I feel like a burden. You can take care of yourself whereas I can not. So why should I smile?”
I was expecting his wife to interject, to tell him he was not a burden, to tell him there were many reasons to smile. Instead she just sat there silent, enjoying her husbands new found smile.
“You are lucky then!” I said, “Luckier than me and most people.
He gave me a strange look! Somewhere between a smile, a perplexed smile that is, and angered confusion. It would have made a nice portrait shot. And I continued:
”You are loved. You know the warmth of having a loved one touch you and care for you! You have lost the use of your legs and have gained or rather maintained the presence of a loved one. To hold you, to carry you and be there with you. And while I have maintained the use of my legs, I find myself longing for the touch of another. A woman who loves me just as much as I love her. My walking feels like away from those I care about, whereas you have them walking towards you. Do not talk to me about pride when you are not being looked down upon. Do not talk to me about guilt when you are showered with votive caring and attention.“
I was overcome with energy and hope. I saw myself victorious and was about to raise my hands in victory, when he stuns me with a serious look and nostalgic smile saying:
”My dear friend, but that is not all that I have lost. One day you will find that someone to shower you with care and attention. Someday you find a destination to walk to. And you will have a choice. I, however, do not... I have lost the power to choose.“
For a moment I sat in silence, contemplating what the man on a wheelchair just said. I was fighting the urge to accept what he said since it made so much sense, when suddenly the cutest little girl runs towards us, gives the lady a kiss and jumps on the wheelchair, gives the man a kiss and says:
”Hello grandpa, you ready to go?“
The incredible smile on his face reminded me of a quote, and it was that quote that got me back my victory.
”On a final note sire, your grand daughter’s arrival reminded me of Charles R. Swindoll who said ‘Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it’. You did not lose the power to choose sir. You can still decide to enjoy and be happy about all that you’ve got left and gained.“
Marc Khoury
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Thoughtful Email #9 – Dancing Emotions
Dancing emotions fly upon the wall in colorful display... An expression of life and all it has to offer.... of beauty, of chaos, of smiles and cries, of comfort and pain....
Every morning as i wake, is that eternal dance, and I lay there... not yet awake, no longer asleep.... wondering!
About the stars, about the sun, about nothing and everything.... drifting in a land of childish wonder....
But then I wake... and with it a world of unending beauty seems to drift away.. fade away... into reality!
Yet somehow, during the day, the colors are brought back... they start filling everything that i see....
The baker is now suddenly throwing play-dough of all colors to make a rainbow selection of breads....
The shoe seller, becomes a mime, a clown rather, with that eternal smile drawn on his face....
That woman going to her job, over there, on the other side of the street.... transforms into a butterfly and flutters away...
The world gains it’s colors, the emotions that were intertwined in a tango on my wall, are now celebrating in a carnival all around me!
Lamp posts now are the guardians of the street, standing watch over busy streets....
Police officers have attached capes, and are regarded as the super heroes of Earth...
And the sun casts a different color depending on its moods.... for you see even the sun can have them!
With every child’s step i can hear a piano stroke, i smile as i hear a sonata play right before me!! and they giggle... oh for that sound to never perish...
An honesty of happiness that we seem to forget or abandon as we become what is called adults....
Oh for the time when life does indeed take on these colors...
The time when a child’s laughter fills your heart...
Oh how I long for the peace... that sweet peace you can only find in a lover’s embrace....
How I long for the shared dreams... for the mental vacation where you travel to places unseen by any other!
And as the day ends.... I drift again... and Lo! there do i see them... these dancing emotions, flying upon the wall.... expressing life and all it has to offer...
Of Love, of hate, of calm, of clarity, of screams and laughter.... of beauty, of chaos, of smiles and cries, of comfort and of pain...
Good night... and may your dreams be just as sweet!
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #8 – Fall on My Face
As I sat discussing and talking away about love and life and all it has to offer, I found myself uttering the following:
Even if I fall flat on my face, it will only hurt if I fall physically on my face...
And so i spent the night thinking and wondering, about that leap we call love, that leap that we call risk or life or whatever it may be that is such an achievement to you... Thinking that the beauty of life is just how intertwined it is with Serendipity... Chance, that beautiful thing that leaves all things obscure, unknown... generating an exciting tingle in us all...
A lesson learned a wee bit late, but a lesson learned nonetheless, is to jump, leap into the unknown, and fear not the fall, fear not the smashing into the concrete floor, since all it takes is a little crying, a little emotional pain, which will be followed by a freedom like no other. So i tell you all to jump, leap blindly knowing that come what may, you will be able to stand and brush off the dirt, stand and walk away, with a bruise that will help you grow into the person that you have always dreamed of being.
I wish you all to find the love that I have found! The love of yourself, the love of who you have become today, someone you see in the mirror and smile... someone comfortable enough to be themselves....
You are God’s greatest creation, and no other will be as great to you as yourself... Love thyself, cherish thyself and make sure that you are all that matters in your life!
Smile for life is great!
Smile for you are great!
Smile for everything around you is great!
Smile because you can!
Love because you can!
Live because it is the only way you can Smile and Love....
Leap from where you are, high upon the rock of normality, and hope that you will dive into a pool of love! and should you not, then look forward to the time you will leap again and hope again, that your happiness will be reciprocated and save you from falling flat on your face!
Here’s to Love, to Happiness, to Life and all it has to offer... may they never end!
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #7 – Away
Oh for a home far away from the strain of life
A house to call my own within the walls of my heart
Try as I may it finds me still, forcing itself against my will
Away... Away oh fiendish flame of passion
Let me in my sorrow dwell, in my sadness flourish
Let me seek this melancholy that shall forth drive me to the best of myself
Leave me be in this house of memories, drifting away to the place
The place where all i can see is me... alone... full of life...
Away... away I say oh fiendish flame of brotherhood....
Alone i walk this path of pain, alone i stand in the wind
A wind that blows within my hollow heart, whistling a song of madness
It blows away my life... scattering it into the void of a cosmic existence...
Away... Away oh hellish beauty of love...
Broken i remain, and forevermore, i struggle
Against majestic odds, I stand proud
Facing the giants of humanity’s past
And kneel before the pride of its paupers
Away... Away oh hellish song of dreams
Calling me home, calling me closer still
My heart beats one last time, I draw one last breath
I close my eyes, paint a smile and fly
Away... Away to the house I will call my own
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #6 – Wasted Love
A beating heart hastens as the meeting draws near, quick breaths spurt out in the darkness in anticipation of her. She comes into my world like the appearance of a unicorn from out of the clouds, with the sun rising behind her... Gracefully she makes her way across an arid land, with a small breeze blowing in her hair. A surreal sensation takes over me, and i find myself stuck, held in place by some unseen force; unable to move my legs, i try to reach out to her, and touch her, but i am helpless to satisfy my hunger for her.
Yet she keeps floating towards me until she reaches me, and snaps me out of my daze and so begins a story of love. I find myself dedicating my every cell to her pleasure, to her comfort and she receives it gracefully and smiles.... a smile that fuels my passion ever more...
As I begin formulating a future and seeing myself many years down the line, i am pulled back.... hard... to the present time.... and she suddenly seems to be leaving.... in panic i freeze not knowing what to do... and i hear it....
They smile, they frown, they get angry and they miss you... they are friends, and they fill our life, bringing with them happiness and problems uncountable. Friends laughing and calling out to me come rushing from the distance.... a sudden dance of laughter begins, as i keep looking over the horizon to try and find her... get her to remain.... But the rush of friends overwhelms me...
As we go about the usual rituals, i find myself projecting yet again to the future, and smiling as i see myself surrounded by my friends years from now... drinking and cheering as we reminisce the times that have come to pass... and Lo! there do i see her, standing with my friends, smiling at me, reaching out for me...
But then something happens, as i call out to them, they disregard my screams.... as i ask for help, the turn deaf.... as i spasm in pain, they turn blind... and then i heard it... louder... the alarm
As I awake from my slumber, i can feel the last remains of a sweet dream fade away... I awake to find myself in reality, and wish to return into the realm of dreams, but i can not... I get dressed and ready for work... go outside... feel the warmth of the sun on my face....
And thus I go about my day... nostalgic for a wasted love.
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #5 – Past, Present and Future
Time is a subject that has been tackled from all possible different angles, from its existence to the lack thereof, from how it varies in speed depending on the perspective of the person, to how constant it may be. These are all topics that might be very interesting to discuss, however i am not interested, at the moment, to talk about them. What i wanted to share was the divisions of Time: The Past, the Present and the Future.
Have you ever realized how important these three categories of time are for us human beings? We focus on just one of them, and dedicate our lives to it. Sometimes our lives are dictated by whatever happens in the Past, or present or future.
Dwellers of the Past: They are the people who are living in the past, always looking backwards, some are proud of it, others are living in regret of times gone by. A life is wasted looking backwards, unknowing in which direction they are headed, and therefore missing out on all that life has to offer.
Living the Now: Those are the people who go by the “Carpe Diem” philosophy (seize the day), and have no issues with the past, and no time to waste on the future, they take life as it comes, and move and change with it like dust in the wind. They go by the flow of things, and sometimes this may bring happiness to their lives and a certain element of adventure, however it also holds the risk of disappearing the moment a large obstacle presents itself.
Future Dwellers: The endless dreamers of society, people who keep looking towards the future and planning for the future, never reaching it. Some of them are the ones who changed the world, others are the ones who worked themselves to death, never really living and enjoying the times that are passing by.
Which one are you? Which one am I? Which one is right? and which one is wrong?
It does not matter. All of them are correct, and all of them are mistaken... what matters is for you to find what works for you.... take a chance, take a risk. That is what time is all about, looking at the past and learning what Worked and What did not work... then deciding today to take a chance and do something which result will only be seen tomorrow...
We are all terrified to take a chance, to do things the way WE see them right, and instead, look at the past, and decide that this is how things are. Categorically. Why? The past is an outline, it tells you what worked for someone and did not for someone else... nothing more.... the present you see and are living as you go, and the future is uncertain...risky....
Why do we decide that the past is the only way to do things??? Why do we judge people by whatever their own category did in the past? Why is someone’s past so important, and think that this is how people will remain no matter what???
Change exists! This might be shocking to some, but really it does... Society has changed since the past, and we have accepted this change because we like it... Take pre-marital sex for example: In the past, and still in the present it is frowned upon. Yet society has changed over the years, and mostly in the developed world, it is something that has become accepted... Things changed... Life does.. it is the beauty of human nature, that we are able to change not simply to adapt, but also to improve our lives...
Resisting change, and sticking to the images we formed based on the past, is not only stupid, but harmful... you deny yourself the pleasures of life, and all the happiness that could be yours, simply because you are unwilling to change your views.... Some, will be categorically stuck in the past, others stuck in the future thinking it is more important than anything else... the others are avoiding at all costs the past and future, and therefore place themselves at the mercy of endless mistakes being repeated over and over again....
Take a chance and live... Look at everything that has happened, form your own opinion and jump... and should you fall, simply brush off the dirt, stand up, and although it may be hurting still, jump again... But always do so, knowing exactly what you are doing, and hoping for a good result....
I would like to end with a toast, a toast that i have not said for a long time now:
“Here’s to whatever was, to what is, and to whatever will be!”
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #4 – An Alien Adventure Part 2
he story of Kree on our crappy little ball in space could have taken a completely different turn, had it begun in a large industrial city; but it did not, he landed in a village somewhere on our planet, and now he finds himself set in motion... His mission on LBP has begun.
The village people he saw were strange, so strange in fact, that he did not understand how it could possibly be. Their shapes were too different:
A male (as he guessed it) was rather shaped like a Diknut and a pretty big one at that (this is a type of nut that grows on trees in Celloph, the diknut bears many similarities to the walnut, but has a smoother and softer surface/shell and is colored blue most of the time) he was a Butcher. He wore a jeans, a shirt, and some boots. He was clean shaven, and spoke with a deep and commanding voice.
The other male, was too strange for Kree who could not believe what he saw, a man thin like a stick, so thin he could pass himself off as a Dild-O-Meter... Kree, stifling his laughter, let his thoughts wander off to the streets of Celloph, with their beautiful triple-headed lights, shining down onto the cellophanes, with a softness so sweet, he almost cried. But as he flew over the streets of Celloph, taken by nostalgia, he suddenly saw it, a Dild-O-Meter right there in the corner, and he felt a sudden urge to laugh all over again. This man was the village postman, his hair was always messy, and he had the habit of clicking his tongue at the end of every sentence.
Allow me to explain: Dild-O-Meters are like you have guessed sticks on top of which are round shaped boxes into which you place Dilds... for Every dild paid, you get to spank your car for a spin... The Dild is the currency in celloph, it is unified across the planet and their only means of acquiring life. Spanking your car, is similar to parking your car, except the way they drive on Celloph is a bit different, and therefore the proper reference would be spanking, of course this is not the earthly spanking. A spin, is the extent of time of course, however it is not an hour, its duration in earth times is almost 69 minutes... Their full day is made up of 30 spins.
The butcher and the postman were walking, or trying to walk by, drunk, and happy. They were singing, and babbling, when they passed by Kree. They did not see him of course, since he was invisible, but they did feel something, a presence, and suddenly their laughter wavered. They stood there in the moonlit night, and turned around, staring out into the fields... Kree forgot all about his hilarious comparison, and felt the urge to scream, they were looking straight at him... or rather straight through him...
Butcher: “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Postman: “Nothing, didn’t you feel that?” (tlak...he clicks his tongue)
Butcher: “Feel what?”
Postman: “Like if there was something out there, something here with us right now?” (tlak)
Butcher: “Well how about that? do you feel that?” And smacked the postman at the back of his head, bursting out in laughter....
The postman, being so thin, and weak, and drunk, could not withstand the hit, and fell straight on his face... When he came up he had a mouthful of grass, which did not help with the laughter.
Thank the winds of Anus Ra, thought Kree, i thought they saw me, and was done for... but why are they behaving in this manner? so strange? so out of the ordinary? They do not seem to be making any effort.... as if they were doing it out of nature...hmmm....
Kree was of course onto something at this point, but what he did not know was just how much his discovery was gonna drive him mad with jealousy. However, he had to make a decision, and fast, either follow the 2 LBP thingys or keep on heading to the lights... He took what he had, and followed the 2 men, as they kept on stumbling towards the distance.
All along the way, kree kept admiring just how different from one another these two LBP creatures were, different and in perfect harmony, which is something he could relate to of course. And so he started his first log which is to be sent to the BITCH soon enough so as not to alarm anyone, and begin restoring his family’s honor...
The creatures here seem to be lacking in balance, they waver alot as they move from place to place, wrote Kree, and they keep laughing at everything that comes before their eyes. They also smell funny, they have a distinct smell in common, but each has an underlying smell that is different from one to the other.... strange.... so strange... (to be continued)
Marc Khoury
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Important Notice: You are free to use this text, in full or in part, at your own discretion, all i ask in return is that you give me due credit for my writing, and a copy or reference to where it was used. Any offense is completely unintended, and i would like to take this moment to apologize for any. Should you wish to be removed or added to this mailing list (if you were forwarded the mail) then simply email me with your request, and i shall be glad to comply.
Thoughtful Email #3 – An Alien Adventure Part 1
On a large planet far away from here, in a far away solar system, in a far away galaxy, in the far distance of our universe (basically it is very far away from here), is a species of aliens, living in their own culture and having their own way of life. In comparison to our own species, the human one that is, they are quite advanced. I shall indulge in describing them as we go along, and will provide details about them on a need-to-know basis. What is important for you to know at the moment, is the following: Other than inter-galactical technology, this species, which are called Cellophanes, has the ability to be invisible to the human eye. A little power that shall come in handy.
What matters most for us, for myself at least, is the life of one particular cellophane, who was found guilty of normality. In Celloph (their planet of course) each individual must, at all cost, be an individual. Trying to fit in, is against the law, being like someone else, is forbidden. Being normal... well that is punishable with exile. His name is Kree, he comes from the long and prosperous line of the family Ateev. He has been accused of normality, and as a result his family has been dishonored. Since the cellophanes are quite advanced intellectually, they had a system of law much more effective than any in the universe. They offered Kree the possibility to redeem his family’s honor by going on an expedition. The verdict came from the Big Innovative Translucent Captain of Heroes (BITCH for short) and it was thus:
“ We are gathered here, to offer the offendant Mr. Kree Ateev, a solution to salvage his family’s honor, which he tainted by indulging in normality. We do so, in accordance to the Verse of Law established by our ancestors, rewarding those who take responsibility for their actions. Kree Ateev, you shall be sent to LBP (Little Blueish Planet), which has been discovered in 2 cycles past, and return only when we have received the reports of the strange inhabitants of the planet, which you should be sending us on a regular basis. Be gone! And may the solar winds of Anus Ra carry you safe”.
Anus Ra is the divinity in which they believe, as it seems the myth goes, Anus Ra has always existed and revolved around themselves (themselves would keep the deity sexless) in thought and meditation. As they grew in innovation, Anus Ra pharted the universe into existence. (It is important to notice the word pharted, which is used here in the cellophany style, which means: set in motion with windy powers. This meaning will be used in this text many times. The earthly fart, will be written with an f.)
Kree thus found himself walking the line leading to the ship, which shall be pharted out in the direction of LBP, our dear little planet. I shall not describe his journey, which was long, tiresome and bumpy, since it wold require a lot of writing. What is important for us, is the end of his journey which occurred in an abrupt landing in small village somewhere on this planet. As Kree stumbled out of his ship, he was struck with the brightness of the sun, causing him to run back towards the safety of the ship (which was invisible for the obvious reason) and hit the hull of the ship, since he did not see the door. That unfortunate accident caused our hero to black out for some time. A while later, after gaining consciousness, Kree, feeling a little embarrassed, sent the ship into orbit, where it would remain until the end of his journey, and serve as a relay satellite as well. He turned around, it was already night, and headed towards the little lights in the distance. It would be wise to give a physiological description of the cellophanes, however, for the time being, it would be enough to say that their dimensions, are quite similar to ours.
The closer he got the village, the more scared he got, fearing a reaction from the little inhabitants of LBP... he did not know what to expect from them, he did not know what they looked like really, since he was never interested in science, and missed all the lectures that the BITCH gave at their community since the discovery of this crappy little ball in space. (he smiled at this description, which he was proud of).
I am here on a crappy little ball in space, about to meet the puny strange creatures that live here, and start sending message to the BITCH. What do i need to do to survive and finish my mission as soon as possible. Kree kept indulging in this process, and would have continued walking and thinking, if he were not snapped back to reality by the sounds of humans.... sounds which were dangerously close. He froze, not knowing where to go, since Kree was not the bravest of them all, and was extremely relieved to find that he could become invisible for this species.
I need to find a name for them... or find out what they call themselves... Thought Kree, as he prepared himself for his first close-up encounter with the people of LBP.
The first people he would meet are of course the Village People, but that is where i leave the story for now! His adventure is a long one, and will take some time to be told, but if you bear with me, dear reader, you will be taken to a world that is quite enjoyable and surreal.
Marc Khoury
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