Friday, August 31, 2007
"Softy, you must understand that I'm madly in love with you. Perhaps love is blind, but to me you are the savior of humanity.
And to save all those chickens by reusing the feathers . . . what a wonderful idea.
As you were talking, I started wondering if the deception is really necessary, or could we turn your recycling of the feathers into a talking point. Imagine if we said that our pillows use renewable resources. In addition, we call them "peace pillows" because everyone would be sleeping with the energies of others. Feathers are so light that I believe they have a lot of room to soak up energies."
"Eliza, those are interesting ideas. I can see that you'll be a good partner. But perhaps you'll want nothing to do with me when I tell you the rest of my story."
"How could I have nothing to do with you. I love you. And I learned from the Bible that we should not criticize the splinter in your brother's eye until we see the log in our own eye."
"Wait until you hear my story. I've been living alone with this burden for five years now, and I need to tell it to you."
"What could be so terrible, Softy. Did you murder someone?"
"Well, I murdered myself. But let me start from the beginning."
"If you murdered yourself, then you must be dead."
"Not quite. Now be quiet and I'll start from the beginning."