Story#6: A Fable for Men

There once was a man who valued knowledge above all else.  Ultimately he foresook even family and friends in his quest to know more than anyone else. As a result of his hubris, he became more and more bitter for having all knowledge is a impossible feat.  When people sought him out, he pushed them aside in favor of his books.  When family called on him, in his jaded state of mind he chose to belittle them and cast them out of his life forever. He traveled the world far and wide, slowly disappearing from the minds of those who had once loved him.  His store of knowledge grew and grew.  Eventually his head became so large that he floated high into the sky carrying only his books and papers with him.  He reveled in his new found ability to fly, especially the fact that he was the only man who had ever done so. Soon he came upon other worlds, collecting ever more stores of knowledge.  Of course, he never connected with anyone on these planets.  He merely asked for books and papers, then continued to float on his way. As he aged, certain things began to vanish from his memory.  His family, his friends, his place of origin, his age, his name.  Even the reason he was seeking knowledge in the first place.  Eventually, even his vast collection of knowledge began to disappear.  His head slowly deflated, and his body withered into an empty shell.  No one ever knew him; he left behind no children, no legacy.  And he died alone, drifting somewhere very far from home. Though you can never see him, men often hear him preying on their thoughts and insecurities.  He is the one that tells you that you must not feel, that you must be strong, that you must never cry.  He is the one that tells you to be a man!–and only men truly know what these messages do to their self-esteem.  He is the reason we have war, and poverty.  The reason so many children starve, so many nations crumble and fall.  He is the true inspiration behind inhumanity, and he does this all in the name of thirst for knowledge. So fathers hold your children tight, sons love your fathers well–lest you become the forgotten dry husk of a man wafting mindlessly through space.

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