Another reading from the gospel (the first reading was here):
And so it came after many years, that the monkeys got much older.
They tired and slowed.
The ways of the world weighed them down.
They went to home of the monkey who stood in front of all other monkeys.
They stood outside the home, so afraid were they to enter.
They called out, “Master! Master! Come outside!”
And the monkey who stood in front of all other monkeys called back to them, “come in my children. Come in and drink wine with me.”
But the monkeys were afraid.
They were afraid that they had aged too much, and lost their anger.
They were afraid that their master, the monkey who stood in front of all other monkeys, had also aged and become infirm, and that they may be greeted with sadness.
So they called out again, “Master! Master! Come outside!”
At great length, the monkey who stood in front of all other monkeys came out to see them.
To their surprise, the monkey who stood in front of all other monkeys had not aged, but seemed to have grown younger, bigger, more powerful and even angrier.
Again He said in a booming angry voice, “come in my children. Come in and drink wine with me.”
But the monkeys were afraid, and they cried out and beat upon their chests.
Angrily, the Master asked, “why do you cry so?”
“We cry master, we cry because the world weighs us down, because we grow older, we grow weaker, we have lost sight of the ways of the two-wheeled beast, and of anger. We feel that you will not love as before.”
“Fear not,” said the Master. “You are monkey. You will always be monkey, and as such I will always love you.”
“You are monkey, and as such you will always be angry, even when you fear it is not to be.”
“You are monkey, and as such will always rock the world. Now come in, and drink wine with me.”
And so all the monkeys entered the house of the monkey who stood before all other monkeys and drank of his wine. And the monkeys felt young again. And angry.
And the monkeys did once again rediscover the love of their Master, and the love of the two-wheeled beasts, and were set upon the world again.
And this time, the people of the world were not afraid.
They knew that they were angry, but were also monkey, and that there would be no need for fear.
So long as wine flowed, there would only be much rejoicing, and much rocking of the world.
From The Book Of The Church Of The Rotating Mass
Best luck to all the Angry Monkeys this weekend.
"and while the monkeys were angry, they were just and never mean"
I realize it's from the first reading of the gospel, but, damn, it's beautiful, and needed to be repeated again here.
Can you imagine, if all angry beasts were just and never mean? It would be worthy of a John Lennon song.
Can't wait to see all o' y'all in your overalls :-)
Best of luck to ya!
Right on, or maybe I should say ride on angry monkeys!
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