Misanthropy : A Fairy Tale

Prelude
I see no light, there is only darkness.
What does life revolve around? That is the real question.
Do not run away!
It is high time to stop this nonsense.

Despair is the fuel of life.
Please forgive me for not being there when you were in need of a helping hand.

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On the origin of money and social roles
Long ago, there was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom.
The people in the kingdom had inherited a secret craft, that was mithril making.

There was a little and far away village in that kingdom whose people were the first mithril makers in history.
Near the end of each year, a group of men from that village go out with mithril goods for three months and return back with food, cattle, and furniture.
The inhabitants of the village were wealthy and happy like the other subjects of the kingdom.

Every night when the moon shows its face on the village, the elders used the celestial spindle.
The celestial spindle turned the moonlight into moon threads.
Then, the women in the village used the moon threads to make and sew the most beautiful clothes.
Those fine clothes were sold to princes and noble folks for high prices.
Common people called that precious material mithril.

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On knowledge and social dynamics
On a hill at the edge of the village, there was a youth living alone.
The youth had no name for he forgot it.
Since he was alone, no one had called his name for a long time.
He forgot the need for people.
The whole existence was an absolute void in his eyes.

Every night, the youth went outside to see the moon.
Every night, he watched the elders use the celestial spindle.
One day, the youth decided that he had grown tired of humans.

Like a child who receives a toy for his birthday.
At first, he spends the day playing with the toy, talking about it, taking care of it, treasuring it, going out with it, sleeping with it.
Then, the passion fades away.
And his interest in the toy vanishes.
And it turns away from that toy to another one.

Like a mischievous kid who found an insect, he confines it, plays with it, then starts to dismantle it.
And when the insect is on the brink of death, he crushes it under his boot.
The child is still discovering the apparent existence.
It's totally instinctive to have interest in sweets and things that bring knowledge to him.
Once that thing has no knowledge to offer to the kid, he throws it right away.
No knowledge, no value.

He decided that no jewel was good enough for him.
He had seen a lot of them.
He was disappointed when he discovered how shallow that bright glow was.
A flawless stone full of cold ignorance to vital needs.

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On the existence and the social delusion
Life is too chaotic to be worthy of interest.
Almost every bit of it is twisted in some way.
It has many aspects.
Few of them are persistent and volatile ones are filling every space before the eyes.
That could be the reason why humans spend their tiny existence harvesting the latter ones.
That's a strange fact.

* * *

On ...
"Someone stole the moon", cried a villager.
A crowd gathered from the four corners of the village, and there was none but indistinguishable shouts.
The crowd forgot the meaning of words.
And the crowd turned into one swarming herd, into one mindless body full of rage.
They started searching the village.
Alley alley.
House house.
Room room.

* * *

On the economic and political practice
The youth put the full moon on his table, he invited no one to share with.
The meal was big, but he could make his stomach bigger.
He started cutting and eating the edges of the round moon to make it look like a square.
Everybody loves squares in this land.
The small fluffy pieces were tasty and melting in the mouth like good old cheese.
He unleashed the gluttony inside of him and kept eating like a pig.
He didn't stop until the plate was empty.
He thought that the moon would make him full, yet his heart was crying out loud for more.

* * *

The villagers reached the hill, they asked the youth to open the door, but they had no response.
A furious young man forced the door open.
The rioters carefully took steps into the house.
They found a big plate, a lot of morsels and some moon threads on the table.
Leftovers, that was the only thing they found.

* * *

Since long humans have learned that the sole solution for gangrenous members is amputation.
The youth felt that his heart was rotting deep inside.
He stood on top of the hill, took it out and threw it to starving scavengers.
It was a thoughtful decision.
At least, it won't be wasted.

Since that night, no one had ever seen the youth nor the moon.

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