Microscope Questioning Self-Worth, Everyone Keeps Looking Right Through it.
The following is a true story.
It was the middle of March, the weather had just begun to be tolerable again, and a lone microscope was left out on the windowsill of Ms. Morton’s biology classroom.
That evening, the microscope thought a good few long hard thoughts. They thought thoughts of philosophy and meaning. They thought thoughts of others and seeing. All their life they had been but a tool, a tool used and looked past or through. This made them question themselves and consider a new point of view. What would this new angle lend to the lens? Perhaps the ability to magnify who were real and fake friends.
The night became day and the day felt much the same, however, today the lens felt much oh much less lame. From base to eyepiece the microscope felt strong. Nothing could phase them, nothing could go wrong. Alas, not too long later, some kids came along, kids talking of smack, kids who’d just hit a bong.
“Science can eat deez nutz!” said a boy so mature. Clearly he knew not his nuts smelt of manure. So the microscope spoke up and defended the name of science, no longer would they sit idly by in meaningless silence. “You’re nuts to think your nutz are edible, especially when the brain in your noggin is much less than incredible.”
The kids freaked out and threw the talking microscope out of the window.
That is the end of our story of redemption.
-A Well-Mannered Scholar