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mylittlejamjar2014-05-25 09:29 pm
bornoflove) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-05-25 09:29 pm
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[On the scrolls, an unknown scribe suddenly appears in a flicker of static. Precisely which scroll it comes from is garbled and unknown. There is, however, a flash of the abandoned/chair shop, before the meat of the production suddenly comes to life, the words animated, scrolling and rolling with rainbows.
Interspersed throughout are crayon drawings of the creepy dolls doing the actions of the story, alongside two plain, unadorned cut outs.]
Once upon a time, God made the first woman. Her name was The Gift. And then, came Man, who is also called Fool.
To The Gift, was granted a beautiful jar, which would give humans all they desired. Before God could explain fully what lay in the jar, however, the Fool convinced the Gift to open it up, which the curious girl did do. And indeed, as she did, the spirits in burst forth and danced, inviting the two humans to do likewise. Their footsteps tore apart God's mouth, rendering him mute to human's ears forevermore.
They were the spirits of the way of things. The ills of the world, which at the same time, came as a benefit and boon to advancing humans, at great cost. First was Hunger, War, Disease, Crime, Natural Disaster, Technology and Ideology - the Seven Universal Sins. Then came Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride - the Seven Individual Sins. These fourteen created a monster with their dancing, called Death, and with it a definitive end of life. But the humans were dancing, too busy to realize what they were doing to see the damage they were doing.
"Look," said the Gift, marveling at the beautiful colors. "There is but one more fairy left in the jar. It is called Hope!"
"Yes, and it is beautiful," The Fool replied. "And when we let it go, it shall be the brightest and most beautiful colors of all the creatures which dance with us right now."
However, before Hope could make its grand entrance into the world, the devil's hand came down, slamming down the lid of the jar, preventing its escape. The spirits which were free simply laughed, disappearing into the earth.
"You poor children, you did not realize. This Hope, if released, would give you the ultimate clairvoyance of the fate wrought by its sisters. You would have known, nay, expected, all of the bad things which would happen to you. You would know how you die, when you die, and from what you would die from. You would know and understand all of the ills which you had released, and the evil which they will be used for. You would understand your insignificant purpose in the system. And even knowing these horrors, you will come not to care and curse the world anyways, for what point is there if you can't change the fate you already know about? In other words, you would be like those devils which you have already released.
"But now you are free! You may be happy, without the burden of that knowledge. You can live however you want and without care. Keep Hope trapped, and life shall be like a dream. For when you have Hope, you have expectations, and those expectations will amount to nothing!"
And so the Gift and the Fool lived their lives out in blissful harmony, their memory untouched by Hope. But is that the end? Is that right? Some would say, release Hope, I do not fear my fate. I do not fear the knowledge. I would remember everything. But once released, Hope is not easily contained. Hope breeds failure, and failure breeds regret. Regret breeds a wish that one had never touched the jar, never saw it to begin with. But there will be no means to erase the memory as here. Memories were changed by a different "cutie mark". But there is no reversing Hope's mark once given.
Then, is hope a lie that should be forgotten? Or an eternal expectation which must be burdened?
Discuss.
Interspersed throughout are crayon drawings of the creepy dolls doing the actions of the story, alongside two plain, unadorned cut outs.]
Once upon a time, God made the first woman. Her name was The Gift. And then, came Man, who is also called Fool.
To The Gift, was granted a beautiful jar, which would give humans all they desired. Before God could explain fully what lay in the jar, however, the Fool convinced the Gift to open it up, which the curious girl did do. And indeed, as she did, the spirits in burst forth and danced, inviting the two humans to do likewise. Their footsteps tore apart God's mouth, rendering him mute to human's ears forevermore.
They were the spirits of the way of things. The ills of the world, which at the same time, came as a benefit and boon to advancing humans, at great cost. First was Hunger, War, Disease, Crime, Natural Disaster, Technology and Ideology - the Seven Universal Sins. Then came Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, and Pride - the Seven Individual Sins. These fourteen created a monster with their dancing, called Death, and with it a definitive end of life. But the humans were dancing, too busy to realize what they were doing to see the damage they were doing.
"Look," said the Gift, marveling at the beautiful colors. "There is but one more fairy left in the jar. It is called Hope!"
"Yes, and it is beautiful," The Fool replied. "And when we let it go, it shall be the brightest and most beautiful colors of all the creatures which dance with us right now."
However, before Hope could make its grand entrance into the world, the devil's hand came down, slamming down the lid of the jar, preventing its escape. The spirits which were free simply laughed, disappearing into the earth.
"You poor children, you did not realize. This Hope, if released, would give you the ultimate clairvoyance of the fate wrought by its sisters. You would have known, nay, expected, all of the bad things which would happen to you. You would know how you die, when you die, and from what you would die from. You would know and understand all of the ills which you had released, and the evil which they will be used for. You would understand your insignificant purpose in the system. And even knowing these horrors, you will come not to care and curse the world anyways, for what point is there if you can't change the fate you already know about? In other words, you would be like those devils which you have already released.
"But now you are free! You may be happy, without the burden of that knowledge. You can live however you want and without care. Keep Hope trapped, and life shall be like a dream. For when you have Hope, you have expectations, and those expectations will amount to nothing!"
And so the Gift and the Fool lived their lives out in blissful harmony, their memory untouched by Hope. But is that the end? Is that right? Some would say, release Hope, I do not fear my fate. I do not fear the knowledge. I would remember everything. But once released, Hope is not easily contained. Hope breeds failure, and failure breeds regret. Regret breeds a wish that one had never touched the jar, never saw it to begin with. But there will be no means to erase the memory as here. Memories were changed by a different "cutie mark". But there is no reversing Hope's mark once given.
Then, is hope a lie that should be forgotten? Or an eternal expectation which must be burdened?
Discuss.
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A dream should be built up together, with support from friends and family and people you trust!
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Can you say that your dreams truly align with those around you? Or do you merely hope and expect that they do?
What if they don't? What would you do then?
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I don't want people to conform to my dream! I don't even know what it is yet! If their dreams don't conform to mine - whatever it is - then, it's okay! Then, I'll do the next best thing: be their friend and support them!
Let me ask you this: why are you so determined in trying to squash Hope? Did you have a dream that you couldn't reach and gave up? Dreams are hard to reach, no matter what. I've seen Hope squashed in my time in Mayfield, but I saw others stand up and keep going!
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Is that so? How amusing.
Its good to see those who believe in hope acting so 'sympathetic' to those who don't.
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No! I... buh... GAH!