a blog with cultural bulimia.

Sunday, February 15, 2004

i killed the goose

the goose Once there was a goose that laid gold eggs, and the people in the land of Consumption grew rich from them. The goose was happy because he was well fed and the people were happy because the golden eggs kept coming.
The Goose
That Laid Golden Eggs

there is no logic in one's mind when he decides to kill the goose. it's the actual lack of it
Moral: The goose has great nobility when soaring in flight but can get cantankerous when his detractors clip his wings and force him to stay on the ground. But those detractors eventually are forced to acknowledge that life without him is a pain in the neck. In fact, it is impossible.