“Can we come to grips with this over-hyped plight. We feel that our noses cannot be raised any higher at their egregious solitude. For once, would the baskers emerge from their magnification domes? For once, would they bring the wisdom they’ve absorbed out to the civil landscape. I can’t express enough how much these sentiments would mean great joy for our people if they were realized by those ignorant in their wisdom.”
Garius completed his diatribe and planted himself back upon the wood and canvas stool. Much like the stool he had carried under his right arm to the assembly, Garius carried from his humble dwelling of thinking, to the public forum, his ready protest against the ruling wisemen and unfolded it. He placed it where all men of reason were gathered. Once his deeply considered sentiments were established, he sat upon them. Garius rested upon the great logical analyses he so worked out for numerous years.
His great folly was his failure to feel the soil beneath his placement, prior to setting his stool. Garius was so convinced by his self-apparent cleverness that his arrogance was a disgruntled confidence.
Treachery. The ground beneath his argument gave way to the weight of his arrogance. Upon his back, Garius laid. His white tunic and silver grey locks were muddied by reality. Garius perhaps had not estimated reality’s pull, but gravity cares not for one’s will and assured convictions.
When Garius arose from his tumble, the assembled assemblymen laughed at his folly and jested at his sincere foolishness. He began scolding them, but he made the dissenter’s own arguments for them. They beat him over the head with his own stool, laying him back within the mud.
Another assemblyman, Jonus, one who stood in the back, and with a voice no less deep, spoke. “This man we mock and ridicule in his folly, he built and tested his stool. He sat it upon his domestic surface, by the comforting warmth of the hearth. It supported him and he became confident. Garius then came to the assembly and placed his seat. Though a well-made stool, he did not have care enough to place it upon a solid rock, many which are scattered throughout this plain. He made careless haste to set it in the mud, and now Garius lies battered in the mud. Unable to argue what he holds true.”
Jonus sat down upon a stool which did not lean or wobble. It sat on a flat stone surface.
*I wrote this a few months ago and never posted it. After a second review, here it is. I'm calling a rhetorical allegory. Maybe it's a metaphor. I think it's actually a really long simile, with some allegorical and metaphorical elements. Anyway, I hope y'all get a moral out of it, and enjoy! If anyone has a better name for what this is feel free to put it in the comments!
Peace out. Shema Humata: Tass Sheshco