Silent are the Apes

Silent are the Apes

Throughout the ages the sages have learned that man has grown in stages.  Evolution has been alliterative to be iterative.  We have on numerous occasions garnered a start only to come to an end again and again.  With each time that we have arisen from the primordial ooze it has taken less time to get to where we were with which to yearn to learn to explore for more.  In some instances we conquered disease and in others we have even conquered war.  We have even taken care of our poor.

Always there is the desire to rule a mighty empire.  Eternally it is how politics ticks to click with the chimes of time.  There was one election born out of natural selection where the loser brought it upon himself to be the chooser.  He announced to the winner that he would be vanquished into an eternal winter.  All who mused the news thought it to be pathetic for the loser to threaten the winner with genetics.  All thought the threat to be but a pathetic prosthetic for one who could not bear the cost of his loss.  All thought it was just because he wanted to be the boss.

So it came to be what we iteratively now see where time seems to have faded the jaded long since a lid was placed upon a pyramid.  So what do you do when you go to the zoo?  You walk to talk to the ape in the cage but he is silent.  What was done to him was violent.  The loser genetically manipulated the winner's family tree.  All the memories are there if you dare to stare.  He has become the rightful heir of despair.  He cannot yell to tell the tale for the loser has grabbed him by the tail!

The winner lives an eternal winter where he is born again and again as an ape that cannot escape an iterative fate.  No scientist has seen that the speech center has been wiped clean.  No one has a clue that it could be me or you in that zoo.  So the primate is but an inmate who awaits the date when man again meets his fate.  The hope is for an ending with which to bring about a new beginning where we can genetically unlock the key to see with which to set him free.

For now he will be the only one with the knowhow but with no way to pursue it to do it with which to again stand as a man who is in command. He is unable to speak  and he is unable to make us understand.  All he can do is sit in that zoo.  Have you ever noticed how he stares at you?  One day he will again explore.  One day there will again be war.  One day blood will again pour.  Eternally it is how politics ticks to click with the chimes of time.  It is how in the end he plans to win again and again.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

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October 7^th, 2013