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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Allow me to start this blog with a question that, at first glance, I have no clue what to do with. Hopefully, in a matter of moments, I will know what to do with it.
The Question: "You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?" The Answer: At first glance, I have to wonder one thing. Why in the world do I have a red jar of cedar chips? And then, immediately, I remember that answering a question with a question is one quick way to boredom. The best way to answer this question is to flesh this thing out with some level of rationality. Red jars seem like as good a container as any for holding cedar chips. However, just knowing that I have a jar of cedar chips is annoying, because I know for a fact that cedar chips must smell disgusting. I just don't like the scent of cedar. However, this scent is, perhaps, the very reason that moths miss the forest. It is a moth's innate nature to be attracted to the scent of cedar. However, moths cannot smell cedar in its standing, tree form. So, naturally, moths gather around groupings of cedar chips because, at that point, they are capable of smelling the scent that attracts them in such a primal way. These cedar chips, however, are never found spread around the forest, which is the moth's true habitat. Consciously, the moth enjoys the enchanting nature of the green trees and the wild shrubbery that inhabits the forest. The problem arises, however, when the moth's subconscious overrides their conscious. Such an event is common, as the moth does not have enough room in its head for a large, powerful conscious, such as the ones that humans are known to have. So, naturally, whenever a moth smells a jar of cedar chips, they are hard-pressed to fly towards such a jar. This is the very reason that moths are so hard to find in a forest. The fact remains that, at one point in time, moths were once beings that were rife with emotions, tempted by the nymphs of the forest. These Lepidopterans quickly found their heartstrings being tugged by the beautiful spirits of the forest. Cupid was quick to bless them with an endless amount of lust for wood and the like, but, at the same time, some contemptuous god who could never find love cursed the moths with tiny bodies and a powerful, feral need to search out the chips of a cedar tree that have been removed from forests. It is quite a sad reality that moths are forced to live with, day by day, but such are the things that such beautiful creatures must live with. In conclusion, I must apologize for the ridiculous and epic hilarity that is this blog post. As it seems, this is the type of enjoyment one will experience with my blog answers. Perhaps they will get more and more enjoyable as time goes on. Perhaps the questions will get better. Even I don't know that much. I will, however, keep on keeping on. Who knows, maybe I'll write something worth reading some day? Labels: cedar chips, forest nymphs, moths, primal lusts, Tristan |