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Dance, monkeys, dance.


There are billions of galaxies in the observable universe.
And each of them contains hundreds of billions of stars.
In one of these galaxies,orbiting one of these stars,lies a little blue planet.
And this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys!
Now these monkeys don’t think of themselves as monkeys.
They don’t even think of themselves as animals.
In fact, they love to list all the things that they think separate them from the animals:
Opposable thumbs…
They use words like «homo erectus» and «australopithecus».
You say Toe-mate-o, i say Toe-motto.
They’re animals all-right!
They’re monkeys.
Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber-optic technology.
But monkeys nevertheless.
I mean, they’re clever.
You’ve got to give them that.
The Pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets, the Great Wall of China…
That’s all pretty impressive… for a bunch of monkeys!
Monkeys whose brains have evolved to such an unmanageable size that it’s now pretty much impossible for them stay happy for any length of time.
In fact, they’re the only animals that think they’re supposed to be happy.
All of the other animals can just be .
But it’s not that simple for the monkeys.
You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness.
And so the monkeys are afraid.
So the monkeys worry.
The monkeys worry about everything but mostly about what all the other monkeys think.
Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in with the other monkeys.
Which is pretty hard to do because a lot of the monkeys hate each other.
This is really what separates them from the other animals.
These monkeys hate.
They hate monkeys that are different…
Monkeys from different places…
Monkeys who are a different color.
You see, the monkeys feel alone.
All six billion of them.
Some of the monkeys pay another monkey to listen to their problems.
The monkeys want answers and the monkeys know they’re going to die.
So the monkeys have gods and then they worship them.
Then the monkeys start to argue over whose god is better.
Then the monkeys get really pissed off and this is usually when the monkeys decide that it’s a good time to start killing each other.
So the monkeys wage war.
The monkeys make hydrogen bombs.
The monkeys have got their entire planet wired up to explode.
The monkeys just can’t help it.
Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd of other monkeys.
The monkeys make trophies and then they give them to each other.
Like it means something!
Some of the monkeys think they’ve all figured out.
Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche.
The monkeys argue about Nietzsche without giving any consideration to the fact that Nietzsche was just another monkey.
The monkeys make plans.
The monkeys fall in love.
The monkeys have sex and then they make more monkeys.
The monkeys make music and then the monkeys dance.
Dance, monkeys, dance!
The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise.
The monkeys have so much potential if they would only apply themselves.
The monkeys shave the hair off of their bodies in blatant denial of their true monkey nature.
The monkeys build giant monkey hives that they call «cities».
The monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines in the dirt.
The monkeys are running out of the oil which is what fuels their precarious civilization.
The monkeys are polluting and raping their planet like there’s no tomorrow.
The monkeys like to pretend that everything is just fine .
Some of the monkeys actually believe that the entire universe was created for their benefit.
As you can see . . . these are some messed up monkeys.
These monkeys are at once the ugliest and the most beautiful creatures on the planet.
And the monkeys don’t want to be monkeys.
They want to be something else.
But they’re not.

[Dance Monkeys Dance by Ernest Cline –]

10 Σχόλια leave one →
  1. imikrimarika permalink
    12/04/2007 10:24 μμ

    Unfortunately monkeys are too complex and asking too much from themselves to be really happy!They think too much and do so little!In an other life , they should ask to be an other animal less sophisticated …

  2. 13/04/2007 12:02 πμ

    τι φταίνε και τα καημένα τα μαϊμουδάκια..

  3. 13/04/2007 5:03 πμ

    Spank that monkey!
    Το βίντεο ήταν όλα τα λεφτά… αν απλώς διαβάσεις το κείμενο χάνει πολύ μιας και δεν ακούς τη χροιά της φωνής του αφηγητή… ωραίο πάντως 🙂

  4. 13/04/2007 10:04 πμ

    Πολύ έξυπνο 😉

  5. 14/04/2007 12:48 πμ

    Δε μπορώ να συγκρατηθώ και θα το αφήσω το λινκ μου: περί πιθήκων και άλλων δεινών…

  6. 14/04/2007 3:46 πμ

    Gees, has anyone seen my banana?

  7. 14/04/2007 9:16 μμ

    Ε ρε γαμώτο, ήθελα να αφήσω ένα σχόλιο κάνοντας τον ήχο που κάνει η μαϊμού, αλλά δε μπορώ να το γράψω. Χάθηκε ο κόσμος να κάνει κανένα «νιάου νιάου» ή «γαβ γαβ»?

    Πως στην ευχή γράφεις τον ήχο που κάνει η μαϊμού?!

    (μιλάμε για τρομερό προβληματισμό, αξίζει και 2 Νόμπελ Προβληματισμού…)

  8. 14/04/2007 9:21 μμ

    Πιστεύω να είδες και το video και να μην αρκέστηκες μόνο στο να διαβάσεις το κείμενο.
    Η απόδοση του κειμένου είναι όλα τα λεφτά

  9. imikrimarika permalink
    15/04/2007 3:36 πμ

    …είναι όλα τα λεφτά…δεν μου αρέσει καθόλου αυτή η έκφραση….και χρησιμοποιείται πολύ…γιατί ντε και καλά για κάτι καλό ή για κάτι που μας άρεσε να χρησιμοποιούμε την έκφραση…όλα τα λεφτά…εμένα μου ακούγεται άσχημα…πολυ άσχημα….


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