Sunday, August 26, 2012

Absurdity Defined

Blind Wu sat in the marketplace, carving a doll. The rustle of silken robes alerted him to the potential customer.

“How is it a man with no eyes presumes to create art? It is absurd!” 

Never pausing Wu answered, “Is that truly so? My ears hear the cries of hungry children. My mouth tastes the dust of dying fields. My nose can scent sadness and sickness and despair. While you can hear and taste and smell these things and even see them, yet still can find naught better to do than annoy an old blind man…now that is absurd, eh?”

This story was written for BlogFlash2012, Day 26: Seeing.

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