Post by Revvie® on Sept 25, 2008 19:59:46 GMT -5
{Why So…..Seriously?}
“Nowadays, jesters are mainly thought of in association with the European Middle Ages. The jester was a symbolic twin of the king. All jesters and fools in those days were thought of as special cases whom God had touched with a childlike madness—a gift, or perhaps a curse. Mentally handicapped people sometimes found employment by capering and behaving in an amusing way. In the harsh world of medieval Europe, people who might not be able to survive any other way thus found a social niche.”
“In societies where the Freedom of Speech was not recognized as a right, the court jester - precisely because anything he said was by definition "a jest" and "the uttering of a fool" - could speak frankly on controversial issues in a way in which anyone else would have been severely punished for, and monarchs understood the usefulness of having such a person at their side. Still, even the jester was not entirely immune from punishment, and he needed to walk a thin line and exercise careful judgment in how far he might go - which required him to be far from a "fool" in the modern sense.”
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“A true king of the ring and a jester in his court, fitting is it not? Tell me a joke dear Jester, speak your mind or maybe its time for you to bite your tongue. No worries dear boy this King will not behead you but he will break you mentally and physically. Truly, I do not have time for your games or you’re so called psychotic nature. Behind the make up you’re a man hiding from his true face and his true potential and as long as you hide you will do nothing but spin your wheels in this place. I hid once, long ago, behind a book of sorts. Times have changed and I have seen the worst in men and I have seen at their most vicious. I have been crucified above a ring and crowned with a barbed divinity. I have broken, beaten, tortured, and still I breathe. Your “demented nature” is a far cry from what I have been through kid. So Jester, welcome to the court of Jason Jadoa, and if you’re lucky I might show you a little something of what I know evil to be in this world.”
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Jason awoke a bit dazed from the night before, a night he couldn’t remember. A lost memory among many others recently, he didn’t care though. He figured that if any of it had been important he would have taken the time to have written himself a note. Today he had awakened in a bed in a house he did not know and seemed to be of the nudist sort at the moment. Quickly scanning the room he located his clothes and slipped into them and vacated the room. He looked down the hall into the abyss of doors, it seemed like the way that lay before him never ended. He started to make his way down the weary of his surroundings before suddenly something broke the silence and startled him right into the air. “You know if you wanted to leave, you could have least said goodbye?” The condescension and sardonic nature of the tone echoed down the hall and filled him with a momentary burst of fear followed by relief. At least this way he could ask which door led outside.
Trying to play it off as if he knew her, he turned and gazed at the beauty before him. A goddess in a nightgown and of course he now felt himself being pulled towards her. His feet began moving in her direction without the command of his mind but his heart instead. “I-I’m sorry, um goodbye or good morning.” His words began to fade off into a mumble as he gained ground.
“What’s wrong with you Jason? Are you like sleep walking or something, I mean seriously, your acting kind of funny?”
“I am?” Jason was confused at this point but steadily he began to regain some self control over his functions if only due to his curiosity of the situation.
“Did you take something this morning Jason,” her eyes narrowed in a questionable way, “if you did you better damn well tell me!”
With no solution he found himself using his match as an explanation. “I’m sorry, it’s just this match coming up and everything, my mind just keeps slipping in and out.”
“Aw, my poor baby, does that mean ole clown got you scared?” In sincerity this might have been comforting but her sarcasm was only surpassed by her radiant beauty. “Seriously though, no worries love, that Joker wannabe doesn’t have a chance, you’ve went up against worse.” She was right and the truth began to overwhelm his soul, he had been through hell and seen it all. There was nothing that any man could show him in the ring that he had not come across. From brute strength, to jokes, and even wits; he had been up against it all and overcome every one of them. Sometimes in the simplest of moments, you find all the answers you need in this life. His new truth had been spoken by a stranger who knew him better then he knew himself. “How about you come back to bed?” She winked with seduction and ran back into the bedroom.
