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There once was a boy who began following a caterpillar. Each time the pillar inched along the boy slid his stomach abasing the warm dirt. Each time the pillar munched on a green leaf the boy took a bite out of the foliage. As they made their way along the trail people gave the pair strange looks. They asked the boy questions like
-Why are you doing that?-
-Who told you its a good idea to listen to a caterpillar?-
and
-What do you expect to make out of a life, moving forward an inch at a time, eating so little, how will you survive?-
The boy just looked up at them with imploring eyes that said
-Look inside-
and the people hurried away, stuffing their ears with little white pods that blocked out the noise from the world and directed them to eat poisonous substances, filling their brains with a labyrinth of unaware, unanwersable questions of despair.
The boy shuffled along until one day the caterpillar turned and asked him
-Why are you following me?-
The boy replied
-When i look around everyone seems to be following something, the direction of their mind, their thoughts, their phones and they still don’t know which way to go! You on the other hand inch along assuredly… i just i guess i trust your instincts more than my own.-
the caterpillar looked up at him with imploring eyes, urging him to go inside and then… it died.
The boy stared at the empty husk for a while until a bird swooped down and ate the dead caterpillar. The boy slowly pushed himself up off the dusty ground, looked around and saw:
all the people standing in disbelief, their cities on fire homes ablaze, no relief or route of escape.
The boy sat down and he munched on a leaf. He watched the world burn till time came to a halt, then he rolled over, asked the people why they were following him, got picked up by a bird and took off.
The end.