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I was alerted by a page that my boss commanded me into his presence.  In this place that seemed familiar but was nowhere I know I begun making my way to an office.  One of many.  As I entered the room I beheld what can only be described as a theater draped in red velvet curtains.  Along my left seemed almost like a confection stand yet somehow it was the managers office.  There were no seats within the room, but the ground was giant steps surly the size that a man could sit upon to watch the show.  Ahead of me was the screen to this giant theater or so I presume.  The velvet curtains covered this wall as well.  Inside this room set a group of people whom surely must be the employees.  Not all of them mind you, but only the ones my boss (the master) has deemed worthy to set in his inner circle. 

As I entered the room I witnessed the show about to start and inside of me I knew that this show was not for me.  I had no inkling of what my master commanded my presence for but with only a glance he convinced me that I need only wait and stay off of the stage whilst he performs.

The stoic man whom played the part of my master took the form of what I imagine santa clause might look like.  Jolly man big and round.  He seemed dressed like a roman as he entered the stage.  Bearing no resemblance to the boss I have in real life I had only my gut to tell me who this man was.  Still there was no denying the soul that inhabited this form was truly my master.  As he took to the curtain I obeyed his wish without even a thought.  I stepped to the back of the crowd as if to vanish until the time I am needed.

As he took the stage it was something magical to behold.  He seemed to step off one of the giant descending stairs and melt right into the curtain.  Now from within the curtain itself all that was visible was his head and his arms.  And here begun the play.  A spotlight now shone down upon one of the people who sat within his inner circle.  She was a young blonde naive and weak, yet pretty.  As the light shone upon her I could see she was crying and I then knew this show was for her.  without a word the magical dance within the curtain begun.

It seemed much like an argument of flawed logic wherin the teller convices the mark of his truest intentions.  The story so grand and the teller so magical that you can’t help but to belive what is bieng said.  Only little snippets of the play remain in my memory, but I understand he had fired her boyfriend.  She was crying and wanted to quit, but his song and dance was to convince her otherwise.  His tainted logic went into detail proving that her boyfreind was better off fired.  He had done them a favor because now he could go onto better things.  In turn it was best for her to stay for surely here talents were best used there with him.

It was during this exhibition that I began to wonder why I had been called upon.  At first I was positive that I need only wait as this had nothing to do with me.  While I remain fairly confident of that I start to think that perhaps I am to serve as the masters lap dog.  Should the dance go well the young victim will see the light in his way and all will be right with the world.  Yet should she somehow refuse the brainwashing and choose to cry out it could awaken the crowd of enchanted fools who set upon the stairs.  I wondered if my duty would be to carry her away should she awake. 

I don’t know what happened from then on with the girl or the play.  As it turns out here is where my mind wandered from the play and into the realm of realization.  As I watched the show I saw a vague remembrance of how I had bourn the shackle.  Those around me convinced me not to pull on the chain and simply accept that I was where I belong.  And here within the crowd I participate standing back and cheering as she is not only chained, but as she is conviced to put the chains upon herself.

It was then that I remembered the story of how an elephant is broken.  As a child a shackle is put upon its leg.  An unimaginably large chain is used to hold it as it is trained.  How to perform, what is expected, and most importantly the fact that the chain can never be broken are the things that are taught.  As the elephant grows older and larger the proportion of the chan about its heel changes and now by sheer force alone an eliphant could easily break the chain.  Yet the brainwashing is complete and even though it could easily be done the elephant knows with all its heart that its impossible. 

I begin to wonder about the story bieng told upon the stage.  Surely there are parts that are a fallocy and there are truths.  They are interwoven so masturfully that I can’t tell them apart.  Deep down I know its a lie that this girl is better off staying but the logic to convince us otherwise is astoundingly flawless.  Here I look down upon the shackle upon my own leg.  I don’t remember the logic that convinced me to put it there.  I don’t even remember putting it on, but somehow I know that it was my choice.  Again I feel that knowledge that the logic was flawed but I’m unable to see why. 

Just like the mighty elephant I can see now that the chain could be broken.  Yet I no longer am sure that I should try to pull upon it.  The tainted story clouds my judgement and I can’t see what I might do should I manage to break free.  I think about the elephant in a circus somewhere inside a large city.  What would it do if it should break its chain.  Even if nobody gave chase, there is surly no life for it outside the tent.  The only life it can expect beyond those shackles is a rifle to end the nuisance.  An elephants only hope is that someday a patron will rescue it and return it to the wild. 

So here I sit chained and shackled waiting for someone to rescue me.  I can see the world outside and yet I no longer am able to feel that I belong there.

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