Scatterbrainy

To reveal emotions in a safe way, the use of allegories is reccomended.
This is a recourse I use extensively, probably on the verge of overdosing it.
But there is something sweet in detaching a feeling completely from its origin
and dissicate it by using parameters that really have nothing to do with it.
The most interesting perspectives can pop up.
And some hidden truths occassionally come out of it.

Now, to the actual allegory.

There are several acacias on the Tanzanian Savannah and a lonley massai.
One acacia is more beautiful than the others, it has a perfect shade, offers safety, protection and security.
Sitting under the trees of that one special acacia just makes the massai feel home, where he belongs.
One day a fat white man comes with his ax and chops the acacia right down to make a fire.
No more careless relaxation under the protective shades of the acacia branches.
The days of beauty and perfection are over for the poor massai.
Erratically he wanders the Savannah in search of a new one. He knows there won't be an acacia as perfect and fitting as the one that was chopped down, but he has hope and he is willing to search until he finds one.
Some of the trees are convenient enough, they are not too high, not too low
and they have enough branches and leaves to keep the sun away.
Of course they lack the particularity of that first acacia, and they all seem to be the same tree, cloned into infinity and placed in various locations around the Savannah.

On the outskirts of the fields stands a lonley acacia that looks nothing like the other clones.
It is small and twisted and hardly looks like an acacia at all.
Its branches are all tangled up and it can't offer very much shade, let alone protection for the massai.
But there is something about it, this tiny excuse for a tree, that appeals to him.
He cannot say what it is, and he is disturbed by this incapacity to explain his own emotions.

Perhaps he will sit down under the small acacia tree for a little while..
try it out, see how it feels /pick it up-put it down/
Because no feeling is the final one.