posted on Jul, 9 2010 @ 06:31 PM
"Puppets, we are all Puppets". The puppets looked up and saw, for the first time, stretched into the dark, their strings.
One of the Puppets started to climb his strings, and as he got higher he realized the strings were becoming slack. Maybe he wasn't a puppet after all
He looked down and shouted "We are only Puppets if we accept we are !!"
He kept climbing as the other Puppets danced, and he looked down at them. They followed each other around in circles, taking turns to lead. Then the
dance would break into violence and spin the other way.
The climbing Puppet looked back up into the dark. He could see all the strings clearly moving, pulling and slaking off. He reached out and grabbed one
and shook it violently, shaking one puppets head.
"You See, its the strings !" He shouted.
Suddenly the string was ripped from his hand.
The Puppet whose head he had been shaking looked around and violently attacked the current leader of the dance, ripping off his arms and then smashing
his head into the floor. The other puppets stood and stared until it was over and then applauded.
The climbing Puppet felt sick. He looked up and then down. He hung there, with no direction...