- “Life goes on,” said the funny clown-man with the round nose
over his shoulder as he walked away on the woody path
flapping his flat feet flattening fallen leaves so he could be heard and remembered
- In the woods and circus meadow, words have a curious shape.
We see a round-nose flabby baggy clothed clown-man leaving
a motley group of circus accessories under oak trees and green grass on damp brown ground.
To avoid an argument, he steps to a path through
the bushes and autumn leaves. Those remaining, animals and performers alike, lay with puzzled
looks on their cocked heads for a moment.
Then the elephant takes initiative.
- “This is life?” questioned the comical elephant with
her big ears on her useless roly-poly head listening to
the resounding flip flap of the retreating funny clown-man
with the red round nose. She was sarcastic, and she stomped her foot
in the grass for emphasis and stopped her flapping ears and her tail flapping at flies.
- “That’s a good question,” the dignified
scholar in the scarlet tuxedo presumed. “Seeing how we can perform
the various acts which one real man has grouped so well
together under the one word, ‘life,’” the sun lit on his
forehead while he tried to wipe it off, “and yet because I
cannot truthfully say that we or anything we do
exists independently of he who knows so much
better than we of our perhaps imaginary existence, but an
existence nevertheless,” waving his arms and raising his brows in unison
with his volume, “I can say with an almost
confirmed assurity that that is indeed a good question.”
- “That’s right,” one fat lady elephant confirmed.
“I know that, because I never forget.”
- Then the monkey yelled, “I never forget, never forget.
I never forget. I never forget. Oh my! Oh may the good
saint of holy adages confirm your stupidity!”
The exasperated monkey continued, “If all of you must
know what that she-elephant never forgets is to always
say she never forgets!”
- The funny yelling monkey jumped up and
pointed his finger at the scholar.
- “Ah!” This is the shabby, dignified scholar.
“But we must not allow this little, unfinished man,
ecologically speaking, to undermine our determined
efforts to answer the question of mockery by our comical
lady in the guise of an elephant. How could we forget to
ask that curious question in the overflowing presence of
such a monsterous body, and” (with an absurd bow to the
she-elephant) “with such a monsterous memory?”
- The scarlet scholar sneaked a furtive sly mouth
movement to the monkey at his side.
- “Yeah, how could we forget that!’ the monkey dittoed.
The dignified scholar’s expression, although in a
comparably immature, inexperienced and underdeveloped
manner, totally adapted to the funny monkey’s
- The scholar, a man who misses little, continued.
“Monkeyality not personality. I observe that our
righteous and also knowing author wished to point
out to my little-deserving presence the fact that our
monkey canoot have a personality since he is not not a
person, and that word brings to my mind a train of
thought, one no doubt plotted out by our distinguished
author, which begins with the not too awesome fact
that our funny monkey here is not even, in all reality,
a monkey. He is but the whimsical materialization of
an honest idea by our wise author on a piece of paper.
My train, noisy, rambling, and continuing still, of thought
continues on to an answer to the question not so
long ago raised by one lady elephant in our company in
response to a too-often used adage by the funny man
with the round nose over his shoulder as he walked
away on the woody path flapping his flat feet so he coudl
be heard and remembered still, and so he is remembered.”
The scholar paused to observe the effect of his speach
on his audience. They are not so dumb as one might expect.
They understood. But of course this could be all
imaginary, as is to be explained directly by the knowing
scholar, if not of English grammar, then of the author’s
intents. “Life, this is not life.” The scholar smiled
gracefully. “This is but a fanciful representation of
life scored on a piece of paper by one of the real
world,” he paused again before he added, “our author!”
in a flourish of the manner of an introduction.
- “Let me straighten things out now,” the author says,
“as the author. So we don’t need these annoying quotation
- Sit down and listen my imagined scholar. (He
sits himself.) I here expound my honest idea for
our reader. (The scholar solemnly nods.)
- For, as the scholar said, the scholar nor his
whimsical companions do not live, in reality; however,
the words that bring them to you do live, or exist, as
one might have it. I as the author might also
expound the idea that there are but two other
dimensions to the existence of my funny clown-man, my
she-elephant, my scarlet scholar, and my scrawny
monkey. They exist, certainly, without doubt, in
my mind, in a place, if an abstract concept may be
given a solid position, called by some, in two
words, my imagination. They exist there as real as
they exist as words on this paper.
- The other dimension lies in one’t mind, and there
are two facets to one’s acceptance of their existence.
One remembers then not the words which represent them.
You couldn’t possibly remember something that doesn’t
exist, so they exist in your memory.
- Now, do they exist in one’s imagination as they
exist in mine? (That is not a nonobjective question.)
If one who reads the preceding can accept and
believe in the whimsical figments of an imagination
detached from one’s own, I can say that there
existence penetrates even further into reality. In spite
of their so-called imaginary existence.