I was turning down alleys I knew until I came upon the one I did not know, and as I entered this alley I had never seen or heard of before, it led me with splendid obviousness along a path of cobble stones lined by street lamps with a yellow glow, into a large hall, whose walls were smeared with slogans of protest against a rite, slogans- the people in the hall told me- said by the prophets, passed down with great care through generations of ignorance and faith. I saw throngs of men all unanimously flaying a monster, red eyes, large claws with nails caked in dry blood that had turned black, a long lashing tail and a royal insignia on it's human like breast. Ah! But how beautifully the monster eluded them all, and they managed, only, to flay their own hide.
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This is a metaphor for life?
It is a metaphor for bad practices from the past being criticized by people who do not know why the practices are wrong.
Huh?
Can you explain further?
Anon~ Our society is full of rites which have been, by the majority, deemed unacceptable or wrong. Some of these rites are actually not in the grater interests of the society, but because people do not know the precise reasons why these practices are not in the interests of the society, they end up taking wrong measures to eradicate them and in the precess hurt themselves and the people around.
I think I got it.
Very well written.
What inspired this?
Fingers~ Thanks, The movie 'Water' inspired this.
I liked 'Water' too. After all Lisa Ray looked so fantastic !!!
known anon~ she was not the reason for my liking the movie. :-)
I like the use of "...passed down with great care through generations of ignorance..."
Brings out the contrast, paradox.
(sorry, that deleted comment was mine... )
soup~ thanks, yes I like it too. :-)
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