I Believe Its Time To Wake Up
#9 of TheFurryParable
It's been a long time you see. I've been away, of doing things worthy of a narrator like myself. I have traveled the world in search of the perfect stories, and the perfect endings... yet... I cannot seem to find one. Can you tell me why?
Maybe it is because there is no such thing as perfect? Nonsense... such a cliche has been thrown around more times than an experienced pipeman, no...
I'd like to believe that there is no perfect story. There is no perfect ending. Again, you must be staring at me, hungry for knowledge, ready to suck it straight from my teat, but I will have to incline you to sit back down. The answers you seek are simple. There are no perfect stories because that would require the story to end. Without the perfect story, the perfect tale, the perfect novella or whatever nonsense you'd like to call it... and ending simply could not exist. Endings are the greatest fallacy, my young ones, as nothing ever truly ends. The stories that have been told will continue to exist in a plane of existence immaterial; _A prairie of unlimited possibility. _
Such a concept is beyond words, beyond the mind of a child. So I sit here and I ask... did I ever truly leave? Of course I didn't.
And neither did the story I was attempting to weave through the mind of a child who knew no better the ways of words than he did the scope of the universe itself.
That is what this is. This parable... this infinite answer... this neverending finale.
Though my words are brief and probably shock you in there verocity, fret not, young one. It is time to wake up. It is time to experience what you couldn't have understood before.
The clock is ticking, Danny.