Tobacco Parable #1

This could be the beginning of a series I am planning to continue on my blog. Hopefully I will keep writing them if I think they are not complete tripe.

By Evan G. Wilson

A youth, who had been taught with liberal ideals in the public schooling system, once started in discussion with his elder asking, "Father, what chemical is it that has you so high strung on cigars and pipes? If you love them so much I shouldn't be surprised if you create a religion for this addictive weed." The boy's father gave a long relaxed sigh as he reached into his cigar cabinet feeling for his Trinidad. "Son", he said in reply, "You have misconceived greatly as to why I smoke. To suggest I might convert to my own religion is silly, since my current already places tobacco at a level it deserves; and still it pleases me. Do you see it strange that I am content with Gods gifts?" The boy stood his same ground staring seemingly, blankly at the floor, though returned in saying, "Then why father is it you smoke? It seems not to be an enjoyable practice if not for the stimulant." The hoary headed sage stared directly into the boy's eyes to the point he could have claimed victory in the discussion without reply. To relieve the tension in the boy's quarter brain the man said, "If I should get anything, I should get wisdom, correct? During my day, from nine to five, I heap and gather very little so as to provide for you and and your Mother. The from five until I lay unconscious in my bed, even if I am unemployed in physical work, I am employed in great thought, by which the great muse of tobacco guides my spirit and mind, all while under the authority of god." The now slightly older youth had felt as though (being his father's son) he should not let down and continue to disagree. "Where did you pull this absurd philosophy from?" The boy said in acted dismay. "I thought of it all one day whilst smoking." as he said this he lit his Trinidad.