Monday, November 19, 2012

A Very Short Story

There's a short version to this story. Also a longer one. You have to decide which is it that you'd like to hear.  The shorter one is very matter-of-fact, brief, almost a precis. All of these are different words to describe the same thing, you say. Yes. And I raise you a cynical. The short version of the story has lost all its illusions and is too old for this shit. Let's get this over with, fast, it says.
The longer version of the story is more... tragic. Its cinematic. Steven Spielberg directed it. It is a journey, like most movies are, that gracefully skirts around the more traumatic events and deposits you safely at the happy and just ending. At least, the long version makes you happy.
The choice is yours.
Which version do you want? Do you want help deciding?
Alright, then. Do you have a lot of time? No? Hmm, that sort of works against the long cinematic version. Let's see what we can do. Do you generally depend on the film factories to make you happy? Yes? Oh, very nice! That's definitely a point in the favor of our second option. (Let me tell you, privately, with no added incentive to myself, the second option is the much better option, in my opinion. Value for money, I say. You get the whole ride. Why wouldn't you want the whole shebang anyway? You're paying for it!)
What? You don't like the hero? Oh. Maybe the shorter version is for you, after all. I bet you save money on movies by reading up the entire movie on wikipedia. (No, I am definitely not biased! Why would I be?!)

Oh, all right. Here it is.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who was a god and a girl who was also a goddess. But they had forgotten that they were. They fell in love, but they had to save the world. Soon they remembered who they were. And realized they could never be together because that would mean the end of the Universe, matter, everything.

The End.