Chris and the Mountain
a parable by Chris Jungle
1 1 Chris went into the mountains on the east side named the Sandias, partaking in the fungus of vision quality, where he soon desired nothing but to sit among the rocks, trees, insects, dirt, and sun, feeling the thick droplets oozing from his mind. And the sun did shine warmly with the rocks fending off the wind, and insects crawled about with inquisitive demeanor and no malevolent intentions. 2 Chris did sit with legs crossed seeking only occasional nourishment from the water he had provided for himself and a desire to describe the bliss he felt within himself and his near surroundings with paper and pen. The thoughts came too fast for any man to scribe; the written word was too slow and clumsy for true expression.
3 Instead of abandoning the words, Chris allowed the them to continue to flow without intent, or meaning, or clarity; and the words amused him. They came alive, a jester of sorts, pointing out but a fraction of what was experienced; Chris smiled upon his words as he did with all around him. 4 The words did play and charm putting phrases such as "I'm only here for the feeling," "I've come for my angels, my bliss, my addiction," and "Why did I have to get here? Why couldn't I just be here?" Chris was pleased with his words, his beautiful fools; they were, however, not his focus and could not be, for focus was a task too angry, too demanding, too cold.
5 The syrup did continue to seep from the mind of Chris, oozing to his belly, sliding to his feet; the feet, they were so far away, but it was of no matter. All was of no matter, and life was still full. 6 With life so laden with bliss, the tempter did notice and appeared before Chris in the form of Time. "Places to be," cried the tempter. "Jobs to work, money to be made, things to do." Chris was shaken for a moment, but the sun did shine on his face, and he said plainly back to the beastly Time, "I am Chris, Son of Sam, and from many Jungles before him. There is nothing which needs to be done so urgently to take me from this spot of tranquillity."
7 And Time did twist and turn and tumble about, "What of money?" it cried. "And food, and women, and song. You cannot say they mean nothing to you, o' Son of Sam. If you do not come back to me, I will take them from you." 8 The hair did rise on Chris's scalp but in a way which made him larger, and he responded "I will not deny my desires which you dangle before my face. And in all truth, I know I will return to how I was before; but I am comfortable in my spot of choice and will leave it when my mood suits me. Not upon the demands of a desperate and jealous savage such as yourself. I will exist with you, but not for you. So be gone, Time. I will come back when I am ready."
9 With that, the tempter did vanish, and only when the sun dipped low did Chris rise from his spot to return to the world he had created for himself knowing full well it was a world of temptation, unrealistic desires, and desperation.
2 1 Upon coming down the mountain, Chris did encounter wanderers upon the well-traveled trail, and he greeted them with smiles and good tidings. The first were a man and woman who did not smile but were very serious about getting in some late afternoon exercise to relieve the tension sternly displayed on their faces. 2 The second couple were two young men who announced themselves through their clothing. Baggy, scissor cut shorts with shirts advertising a large corporation selling skateboard equipment. 3 They greeted Chris with nods and continued their conversation about how many people gave them scowled looks. They did not, however, seem relieved by the warm grin Chris met them with; he moved further on down the mountain.
4 Upon reaching the bottom, Chris stretched and seated himself inside the vehicle which was to take him home. When he placed his hands on the steering wheel, it seemed unnatural; too small. The entire car seemed too small, and as he began to drive, the roads appeared constricted and strangling. 5 Chris did not panic, but rather laughed out loud at the situation; "I am too big for civilization at the moment. But I will shrink. In Time, I will shrink."
6 And shrink he did; he was a simply a man the next day. A man with problems, failings, hopes, and wants: both foolish and valiant. More than that, he was a man with words and memories, and that meant very much to him.
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