I once met a man who was grossly over weight! To him the world was just another plate of food away. He lived on an island far into the sea, so far that no man or woman would ever reach. If they tried it by boat it would surely rot and if by plane they would never have enough fuel and fall, before they saw. His little island has been a float in that black sea for billions of years some say, only about six thousand others say. There was a little white one close by for those with their noses in the air, and half the time you could see the fiery one…apparently that’s the hottest place around. I don’t know how I got there on that day, but open may eyes and, with a Big Bang, there I was. An act of God I said, delirium the voices said. But what ever the case I was there none the less, on that day, before the man became so grossly over weight. I sat with him in his garden - that he called paradise, oh if you could only see! - and we spoke of everything beneath the stars, above the stars, around the stars and even in the stars. He was such a delightful man with love for all the creatures he kept around, from the sweet little honey bee, to the huge grizzly bear. This was back in the day – not like today – when things were simpler, man cared for that bear and it for him. Then as evening came upon us he offered me something to drink, but I said “No thanks, I am not thirsty”.
“You don’t need to be”, he said, but still I didn't take. We sat their for hours just speaking and then the man started swaying to the rhythm of the ocean, to and fro, here and there, what a lovely little dance I thought and then he fell. I noticed he was finding it hard to speak as well, shluring all his words. He soon fell once again, fast asleep this time…”Shame, he must have had a hard day” I said and went to bed as well.
The next morning we woke up bright and early for another day of brotherhood, but he was cursing at the boiling sun, raging at the bothersome bear and the noisy little honey bee. A side of this loving man I had never seen and hoped it was just the remnants of a passing bad dream. But lo and behold it was not and before midday the clouds gathered thick and black with veins of wrath for this silly little man. The heavens opened and it poured down, covering all the island but the highest little peak. I was sure that I would die on that fateful black day, but once the man said sorry were it was due, all the water went away. To celebrate our life and breath, the man offered me something to eat, from out of his own little paradise. He raised a feast for us two, fit for a thousand kings and their kingdoms, because there was enough in paradise for ten times this. The two of us ate until we were woefully full, or so I thought. The man then gorged the rest on his own, “for good food can’t go to waste”. But after that his stomach grew a little and he was ready for more. Again the feast was prepared and we two shared, but this time he ate twice as much because he made twice as much. After this once more the little paradise was looking dreadfully bleak and awfully quite, with all the little honey bees and pretty round flowers in his big tummy. He looked at me with most saddened, distressed eyes and said “what shall we eat!”
But over my shoulder the seas life sparkled and so did his eyes, for he had never thought of that. In a flurry he was in the sea with all his grease and blubber a truly sore sight to see. But out came the giant with all he could carry – by now this was quite a lot! – and set it down next to the fire, ready to be spiced and cooked. I went to the water while he was stuffing his face and stuck my head beneath the dreary cold waves. By God I'm not lying but he grabbed all the life from the ocean, even the littlest crab and the biggest whale – to wash away his filth of course! When he ate it all he realised what he had done and fell to the floor – again I feared for my life - dismayed beyond belief. He lay there as a child, crying over what he has done, but these tears were not for the little honey bee, but because he had no more to eat! He rolled onto his back - for he could not stand any more, nor could he sit – and said to me with horrible bubbling muck in the corners of his mouth, “what shall we eat!”
But then again the twinkle came and he mauled on his own hand. Soon this was gone then next to go was his arm, his other hand and then his feet. How he managed to eat his whole body and his head I still don’t know, but true as my word is he did! When he bit the last bit of his lip off, he vanished into a dark abyss. I fell to the floor in utter disgust, “How could a man eat himself to death?”
But so it was. And from the black hole, once again, came zooming out the little honey bee, followed by a giant brown bear and a pretty little white flower to dance with me.
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