“The Universe is what each of you makes of it; it is what you believe it to be. Yellow buses, guidelines and threats to our security are my Universe. Still, there’s one universal truth you should know about and that is the one of the Acrobat, these days also known as the Syck Monkey. In the days of time immemorial, it lived with numerous others of its kind in this very jungle, right here. The legend has it that he was young and smart and that like most youth of that age, he was disobedient and conceited. Then one day, his Tribe’s chief warned him that according to the tribe’s shaman’s calculations, a disaster was looming, one of cataclysmic and gigantic proportions and that his gift was needed to save all of their lives.
The Acrobat was then the fastest and nimblest of them all monkeys – he was to gather all of his tribe’s peers and to take them fast to a corner of the Universe where they would be safe from the impending and predicted explosion.
But the Acrobat kept showing off his skills to all those who admired him and were willing to compete with him. There were many. He ignored his elders’ warnings, saying that he would get his timing right, that he would feel the time coming through his bones and save his peers then, not before. The elders and his Chief began to panic as the Acrobat never stopped fooling around with his young friends.
“Don’t worry, be happy” he used to sing and boast, “timing is of the essence.”
To be continued…