There was once a lad in the far far land, he was a curious one. He wanted to taste all the nectar in the world and take a bite at all the apples that were there. He was born in the house of Lard, a humble merchant of textile, who did not have the eye are desire to experience of the most exquisite honey swirling in his mouth. That kind of ecstasy was something Lard was unaware of. Therefore it was natural to be shocked out of the boots when he heard his son say that you wanted to go to large, large land to have it all.
'But son, you WANT to look after my textiles, your innocent brain is tricking you into believing otherwise.'
'No Father, I am the one who wants to sell the silk in your precious drawer, no. I am the son who wants to bring his mother the taste of heaven and preciousness of silver to her feet, the sluriness of the fermented liquid which brews in the barrels in the basements of the large houses.'
Lard did not understand his son's need to explore. It was not a safe option. The feeling of not a familiar raod under yor feet frightened him.
'Son? What will you do when you realize that the wine you were fantasizing about was in fact sour and not what you wanted? What you do then in the large land where no one you know will be able to help you out?'
'Yes son, please pay heed to your father! The silver will shine only to remind us that there are shinier things out there to be achieved. You don't want greed to break us apart? Do you now, son?' His mother, Tallow, asked wiping her eyes.
'It will be difficult when there are boulders in my path, yes. There is not a single word which can be uttered to console the nagging sensation of failure but dear Mother, will the world be changed if I were to go back to my rock and lie beneath it and not breath a word but that pine tree which have the most soulful aroma? Will I be happy with everything I see with my frail eyes? No. But will I try anyway? Yes, because my molds have set the notions too strong AND the land of the unknown is calling me. Let me know that I have what blessing you may want to bestow upon me, and let this be the last time you think of me as your little boy. Today I, Epoxy, stand to be strong and bind together the knows and unknowns. To make everyone believe that what is undiscovered is not malignant. Not always!'
With that Epoxy, the son of the Lard and Tallow, cemented the belief that you can only look at the world with you tint. He was the silver and today he lives happy in a land not so large and not so far. He lives in a land with a mighty fair lady who called herself Putty.
It was not hard to say that they lived happily ever after, with a curious relationship at hand.
