Struck, was I, by dialog from an old science fiction show a couple days ago. An Earthling, a doctor, was explaining to a friend from a far-off planet and one-time enemy the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. “The boy”, he said, “was a shepherd watching over a flock of sheep in a far pasture, and he was bored and lonely and wanted some excitement, so he cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed, “WOLF!”. Villagers not terribly far away heard his cries and grabbed their pitch forks and came running. When they got to the pasture the excited shepherd boy told them the sound of all the villagers coming scared the wolf away and saved the sheep.”
"Very clever”, the friend said.
"He was so pleased with the attention that the next day he did it again. And again the next. And again the next. But on the following day, a wolf really did come. And the boy screamed “WOLF” at the top of his lungs. But by then, the boy had lied so many times the villagers no longer knew whether to believe him. And the wolf killed the sheep and also gobbled up the boy.”
"Rather a gruesome story to tell a child”, the friend grimaced.
"The point is to illustrate that it’s wrong to lie”, the doctor explained.
"Or”, said the friend, a known intelligence operative for his world, “Don’t tell the same lie twice”.
And so we see the wonderful ability of science fiction to reflect modern day issues.
Happy first day of Fall! And in the words of the great KT Tunstall, hold on ‘cause the world will turn if you’re ready or not.
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We recently had our annual chalk art festival along the sidewalks at Riverside Park. Too hot a day to be parked in the sun on concrete, at least for my candy ass, but a good turnout anyway and a line of fine artists, old and young, splayed out through the park, creating beautiful works. I grabbed some shots while I was there, and hope I’ve created works flavored by the art I loved around me. Look for more in future posts.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.