This is a time for time is all we have time to think about and "once upon a time" there was a troll who lived deep underground and he wouldn't come out of his darkness for anyone. What about food, you ask eh? How would he live? Ahh, trolls don't have to worry about food very much because, as you probably already know, trolls will eat anything. There are lots of microscopic living things in this deep earth, so black and rich with the essences of millions of years and tears. There are insects,worms, snakes and larger creatures that visit from time to time. He wasn't one of those bad trolls though. He could never skulk about under old bridges, and prey on little children as food,. Not to say that if say, a poor unfortunate child should die and be buried, he wouldn't consume his body, it would be such a waste not to. The insects have this all under control amyway... there is no waste in clean organic matter! There is a problem with that too eh? even the bodies being buried are toxic. The poor troll who was always left alone was now the object of alot of wonder because they, the people above, who had been trying to get him to open up, and to no avail, had discovered him wandering around the top of his troll hole, more like dancing around! Anyway, they discovered him dancing and carrying on like a sane person and just pointing at his hole and justagiving the whole world his finger. What the hell is this shit man? , one guy says, "he's been hiding in his his little fucking "hole" space for all these years and now he just pops out and gives us the finger" ? But, there was a kind and beautiful woman who spoke out for him. She said, "don't you see ? He is only happy that's all? He is not raising his finger to you, for he has no fingers, only stubs where a hand used to be. He has crawled through the earth all these years and has worn dowm his hands to only stubs! We must protect him and find out what occurance has caused this transformation. This is a wonder for us to see him so".
They took him that very evening, to a hospital and there they gave him new hands. The people did not even pursue the question of "the transformation" with him, they just were giving him some space. The troll was now now able to do some things he had not been able to do in a long time. He had wanted to, for so long, to paint and draw and carry on a bit, and had not had it in his heart the right way. It seemed, then,that no matter how much he had had in his past life he could still not be happy. All those times he blambed it on everything and whoever , and if that didn't work he could always use the no hands thing. This was good for him though, having hands, but they still didn't know what else had brought him to the surface. "You need more than hands to paint yourself," he thought ,for he had discovered a wonderful thing- a " satori" which humbled him and he had discovered it in the darkness where he had withdrawn to. "There are those who you share with and those who you do not" he thought. He was quiet in his thoughts when the kind woman came to him. "Who are you?" she said. "What has brought you from the darkness?" He thought on this for a long time and he recalled a distant memory and one thing led to the next thing in his mind, and then he remembered "his Journey"
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