This narwhal society on this star far away from earth with the Phoenix circling the atmosphere was a patriarchal society. The male narwhals wore three piece suits and mustaches from the time they were born. The society was patriarchal but the rulers were matriarchal. The female narwhals wore red lipstick, heels and dresses from the time they were born.
The ruling class were matriarchs because they were the ones to force themselves upon the males to make it so. The male narwhals accepted this position and set about governing culture, creation and rule following while the women focused on their ruling. This all went on for eons in prosperity and serenity underneath the protective benevolence of the Phoenix in the sky.
There was a narwhal in this society who was born without a horn. No horn, no glory. No horn, no story. The narwhals didn’t take this situation lightly. The narwhal without a horn didn’t take it blithely. In fact he was a dolphin.
On this planet narwhals were the only species and only tended towards business. The women focused on the business of ruling while the males did anything they could to not feel completely useless and unengaged. Their food came from the Phoenix who awarded them with anything they wanted through instinctual appetites imprinted in their DNA.
Where did this dolphin come from? No one knew he was a dolphin. All they knew was that he was a narwhal without a horn. The dolphin knew he was a dolphin. One thing was for sure that he was a ruler. He didn’t want to be ruler of the world just to rule himself. This led to many problems for the dolphin because the civilization of narwhals that he lived in was very successful and prosperous because everything was done in a specific way repeatedly to perfection. This dolphin was a wrench in the gears so to speak.
The civilized narwhals were a civilized nation who worshipped an active benevolent Phoenix. The dolphin, and the narwhals consistently looked to the Phoenix on what to do about their problems. Usually their problems were fixed instantaneously and their way of life was a well greased machine. The dolphin was not going away. Everything seemed to be perfectly orchestrated except the dolphin.
One day the dolphin said to the Phoenix,
“I am certainly not any closer. Although I may be closer. I couldn’t seem to get the time, energy, motivation. Then I would ask if I had the right. Am I cool enough to study? A really big one is if I could handle being around such beautiful young women and still focus. Wow, hey! Stop looking at that miniskirt this week!”
The Phoenix continued to circle the world, listening and serving as the dolphin continued.
“I want to go. Then I think about how to get a person anywhere. A kind of grand scale of mountains that I would climb just because it is there. I say I may be closer because I am working now. We change the games.”
The warm hum of the Phoenix continued across the sky as the dolphin went on speaking.
“What would I go for? I could go back to learn a new thing. I could do a hobby like writing just to know more about writing. That wouldn’t be money or business inspired just my own curiosity. I don’t know a damn thing about it.”
The mountains rumbled as the wind blew through them.
“If I pursued I could be outdoors. For the last two I may need to do some science. It wasn’t cool. The girls get excited about sports, dancing, drugs, art and conversations.
I got so distracted in my life from a young age in what everyone else that I liked found ‘exciting’ that I stopped at a young age doing the things that adults told me were necessary. I was obsessed in outsmarting them. I still am!
Doing science with enthusiasm would make me feel so young because that was the last time I took it seriously. So now make me feel really old. I thought cooler. I guess. Maybe I could cash in.
It’s so horrible I don’t even know grammar or punctuation hardly because it is not ‘cool’! If I went back I would need to start. This all makes my idea of being cool sound like the worst thing ever. It is almost like knowing and doing as much stuff as possible that has nothing to do with money. It is so different.
There is this feeling I would need to return to elementary concepts about capitalism to understand it or embrace it. I could really get myself to focus on these capitalistic basics because I am not a socialist or anarchist. I am like an elementist. I like the elements.
I could work for a little while to get some food, heat, shelter, transportation and then get an idea for a sweet adventure and go do it. I am just not sure how sustainable, wise or even happy living like that would make me. Plus I have ignored capitalism for so long who is to say she will take me back? Maybe she hates me and wants to make me pay!”
There was no answer from the Phoenix. The dolphin in desperation was trying to find next steps for his future without any luck from himself or the Phoenix. The society of males couldn’t figure what to do with him and indictments were read against him and the dolphin plead guilty because he was at the same odds of his own failure as they were with their failure to find a place for him. The issue had come to the attention of the women and immediately it was decided the dolphin would be killed.
The women wanted to hear his story before they had the men slaughter the dolphin and the dolphin bravely told them.
The dolphin pleaded guilty on all counts of disrupting society and general unruliness and was slaughtered.
