I thought it would be amusing to write a mordern parody of transendentalist works. Where the lead character would go to nature to find peace, but instead finds the the cruelity or survival that mirrors and rivals the horrors that take place in the city.
The character starts out naive and trusting of nature. And with his heart on his sleeve, comically stumbles into mishap after mishap (slapstick), slowly stripping him of everything.
Finally the character was to climb the mountain and meet the wise man. the wise man would inform him that "Kindness/love would give him all he needs." The "hero" then kicks the wise man in the nuts, and pushes him off the mountain, sit's down, and becomes the new "Wise Man", expounding, in his now very cynical and jaded way, that only the strong survive.
With the possibilty of an alternate ending, where a cute, beautiful, tiny butterfly some how cause him (or a rock above him) to lose it balance, ending in the meek surviving, and showing there is no security in strength.
I have restarted this 15 times. Hence the poor style. It's showing the jagged edges of being ripped apart and reassmebled many times. A still have not een able to make anything funny. each time I write it, it just comes out more and more bitter sounding.
I was hoping for a mix of Kurt Vonnegut and Dave Barry. All I got was sad schlock.
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