Crazy is What crazy does.

I was going to use this story in a book, but I am putting here for now. I have so many journals and note books that I am juggling I needed a place for it. Anyway, one day and many others days I was moved by the spirit to go commune with theprimates at the zoo. I have done this once before and it was quite disturbing after learning science for awhile. After hitting a few trails I like to go to I went over to the zoo. I began to commune with the head of the gorilla tribe at the zoo. It is hard to explain, it is not directly talking to them, but thoughts come to your mind that I seldom entertain. The gorilla began to explain to me how there are too many man apes around. I looked around at the hustle and bustle of the crowds going in and out of the zoo and I agreed. Yes, this place must be unnerving for you, all the noise and lack of seclusion. The gorrilla agreed but he was not talking about the crowds in his general vicinty, but overall the total population of man apes on the planet. I thought about it and again I agreed with his assestment of the situtation. He called me a monkey man and and told me to walk around and he will explain. I began to walk around the park. My first encounter, was seeing a band of friends playing the park. I was very impressed with the performance. The lead instrument too me was a base made with a bucket. I was so impressed that I wondered why they where playing off to the side. The said you need a permit to play music in the park. I found it strange that one needs a permit to play music in the park. I looked at various things in the park. The most disturbing was when I encountered a tribe of man killers. There was a boy sharpening sticks. I had him why he was sharpening sticks. He had no idea but kept sharpening. I asked him are you making a spear. Maybe. I told him there are more things to do with a stick instead of sharpening it to make a spear. Like what he asked? I said you can use the wood to make a fire to cook. He stopped for a second, thought about it, then continued to sharpen the stick. "He is a man killer I could feel the gorilla tell me. So, I began to walk down the trail and ran into another family. There was a little boy playing with a stick. He heard me talking to the other boy and I asked him are you making a pointy stick too. His mannerism told me no, and he threw the stick to ground. He told me in a way that he was a man ape not a man killer. I did not understand the differrence. I turned around and went back up the trail, the kid with the stick had a family of kids with pointy stick/spears and they where destroying the foliage of the park. I asked the father was he training hunters and is said yes to kill people in Iraq. It dawned on me what a man killer is. The gorrllia told me there is no future for man ape with man killers. He told me tthere are to many man apes. It began to dawn on me that we are not human. We behave like men and beast not the creation God had intended for us. We are torn between being men and beast. He told me that the Tigers take over the spirit of weak man apes and make them like them man killers. Since they can not kill men themselves they would posses their soul and use the man to kill other men. So much knowledge of the condition of humanity hit me from this spirit walk with the gorilla. He told me once again to many man apes teach them to be men and maybe we will be human. Walking with the gorilla and him showing me his prespective really freaked me out. There is no one that knows these things. I was a monkey man. My thoughts made him laugh.