the monks of the mighty meteor
So i asked Trevor about the monks today, because i might have to join them if i don't want to be set on fire, and also, there is not much to do in my cell except for exercise, and there is only so much of that i can do before i get tired. Trevor was more than happy to tell me all about the history of the monks, but as it turns out, they are a fairly recent group.
About a generation ago, an old man who lived in a house with a basement all alone looked up to the sky and decided that a meteor was going to fall. He was so sure in fact, that he needed other people to see what he saw too. He wrote some books on the history of the great meteor and how life as we knew it revolved around it in such a way that we didn't even know it was happening, and then he decided to recruit some new members.
So off he wandered to the local town, and there he found a young man of reasonable intellect, who he lured back to his house and locked in the basement. There, he informed the young man that unless he become a monk himself, he would be set on fire. Being a kind of lost individual anyway, the young man decided that believing in a meteor was about as good as anything else, so he made himself some robes and even wrote a few books himself.
Utilizing the effective threat of death by fire, the two monks became four, who became eight, and so on, until they were a small group of somewhat confused monks writing books about meteors that were set to arrive at various different times depending on who and when you asked. These monks set about erecting a small church outside the town where they could live in peace until such a time as the great meteor arrived.
One night, while everyone was sleeping, a monk went down to the basement of the church and set the poor man there on fire. His logic was that the earlier he set the person on fire, the earlier the meteor would arrive, and in turn, the earlier he would be able to surf the cosmos and rule the universe from his rock kingdom (he had written a book about it, so it was therefore a universal truth). Anyway, he did not expect the fire to spread as quickly as it did, and so he, along with many of the others who were sleeping, perished.
Unfortunately, no meteor struck that night, or even the next day. Having lost their great (if kind of crazy) leader, most of the monks disbanded, finding jobs in the local town and getting back to normal life. Jared, the current leader of the monks, is the actual cousin of a friend who's brother knows a guy who's uncle was one of the first recruits in the early days. It is a little bit confusing, but having read through the books that remain, and having written many of his own, Jared claims to be the new high leader, and has been recruiting members in the way that has now become tradition.
And who are we to tell them their tradition is a bit silly?
The monks now are not unlike the monks then. They write numerous books that conflict with each other and generally go their own way, and occasionally they find someone to throw in the basement who they threaten with a death of fire. It doesn't seem like all that bad of an existence, really, except that i still have some travelling to do and i have no real desire to wait for a meteor and write various books about it while i wait.
Jared is in Spain trying to start the first of an international chapter at the moment, so Trevor says i still have at least a few days of freedom left, but i don't know if you can really call this freedom.
Blake out.
About a generation ago, an old man who lived in a house with a basement all alone looked up to the sky and decided that a meteor was going to fall. He was so sure in fact, that he needed other people to see what he saw too. He wrote some books on the history of the great meteor and how life as we knew it revolved around it in such a way that we didn't even know it was happening, and then he decided to recruit some new members.
So off he wandered to the local town, and there he found a young man of reasonable intellect, who he lured back to his house and locked in the basement. There, he informed the young man that unless he become a monk himself, he would be set on fire. Being a kind of lost individual anyway, the young man decided that believing in a meteor was about as good as anything else, so he made himself some robes and even wrote a few books himself.
Utilizing the effective threat of death by fire, the two monks became four, who became eight, and so on, until they were a small group of somewhat confused monks writing books about meteors that were set to arrive at various different times depending on who and when you asked. These monks set about erecting a small church outside the town where they could live in peace until such a time as the great meteor arrived.
One night, while everyone was sleeping, a monk went down to the basement of the church and set the poor man there on fire. His logic was that the earlier he set the person on fire, the earlier the meteor would arrive, and in turn, the earlier he would be able to surf the cosmos and rule the universe from his rock kingdom (he had written a book about it, so it was therefore a universal truth). Anyway, he did not expect the fire to spread as quickly as it did, and so he, along with many of the others who were sleeping, perished.
Unfortunately, no meteor struck that night, or even the next day. Having lost their great (if kind of crazy) leader, most of the monks disbanded, finding jobs in the local town and getting back to normal life. Jared, the current leader of the monks, is the actual cousin of a friend who's brother knows a guy who's uncle was one of the first recruits in the early days. It is a little bit confusing, but having read through the books that remain, and having written many of his own, Jared claims to be the new high leader, and has been recruiting members in the way that has now become tradition.
And who are we to tell them their tradition is a bit silly?
The monks now are not unlike the monks then. They write numerous books that conflict with each other and generally go their own way, and occasionally they find someone to throw in the basement who they threaten with a death of fire. It doesn't seem like all that bad of an existence, really, except that i still have some travelling to do and i have no real desire to wait for a meteor and write various books about it while i wait.
Jared is in Spain trying to start the first of an international chapter at the moment, so Trevor says i still have at least a few days of freedom left, but i don't know if you can really call this freedom.
Blake out.
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