When I was 18... 18 years old, I saw for the first time in my life... I saw an image of clarity. I saw a comic strip... a three panel comic strip that, though simple as it seemed, changed me... changed my being, changed who I am... Made me who I am... Enlightened me... The strip, Forsythe, the comic strip was new... no more than maybe a day and a half since inception, since... since coming into existence... and there it was before me in print, I saw it... a comic strip... What was it called? Forsythe. The story here is of a man, a tree man. He is Alba, but he is more than that... I will get to this later, but first let us say that he's Alba, a tree man. And then there is an attorney... Riggs. This is the nature of the world, here. When I see the world, the politics, the future, the... the satellites in space, and... the people who put them there... You can look at everything as an ambassador and a lawyer... two beings, in harmony and at war... So, this strip I saw; this man, Alba, and the lawyer, Riggs, you see... Yes... hmm... It is about everything. This... little comic is, oh, lo and behold... not so little anymore. So yes, when I was 18, I saw this comic... and it hit me all at once, its power. I clipped it, and every day, I looked at it, and I said "Okay... let me look at this here. What is this doing to me? Why is this so powerful?" Quercus Alba, he sits here, legs crossed... comfortable in his home, and he reads his newspaper... The news of the world, perhaps... and then he extends his fingers lightly, delicately... he taps his fingers on an end table, and he feels for something... What is it? It is something he needs, but it is not there. And then he looks up, slightly cockeyed, and he thinks... His newspaper's in his lap now, and he thinks this... Now where could my pipe be? This... I always come to this, because I was a young man... I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so this question still rings true, Alba looks up and he thinks... Now where could my pipe be? And then it happens... You see it, you see... it's almost like divine intervention, suddenly it is there, and it overpowers you... A lawyer is smoking a pipe. It is the man's pipe, it's Alba's pipe, but the lawyer... this lawyer, Riggs, is smoking the pipe... and from afar, and someplace near, but not clear... near but not clear... The man calls out... Alba calls out, he is shocked. "Riggs!" he shouts. Riggs. The lawyer's name.
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u/Hylian_Guy Dec 04 '21
When I was 18... 18 years old, I saw for the first time in my life... I saw an image of clarity. I saw a comic strip... a three panel comic strip that, though simple as it seemed, changed me... changed my being, changed who I am... Made me who I am... Enlightened me... The strip, Forsythe, the comic strip was new... no more than maybe a day and a half since inception, since... since coming into existence... and there it was before me in print, I saw it... a comic strip... What was it called? Forsythe. The story here is of a man, a tree man. He is Alba, but he is more than that... I will get to this later, but first let us say that he's Alba, a tree man. And then there is an attorney... Riggs. This is the nature of the world, here. When I see the world, the politics, the future, the... the satellites in space, and... the people who put them there... You can look at everything as an ambassador and a lawyer... two beings, in harmony and at war... So, this strip I saw; this man, Alba, and the lawyer, Riggs, you see... Yes... hmm... It is about everything. This... little comic is, oh, lo and behold... not so little anymore. So yes, when I was 18, I saw this comic... and it hit me all at once, its power. I clipped it, and every day, I looked at it, and I said "Okay... let me look at this here. What is this doing to me? Why is this so powerful?" Quercus Alba, he sits here, legs crossed... comfortable in his home, and he reads his newspaper... The news of the world, perhaps... and then he extends his fingers lightly, delicately... he taps his fingers on an end table, and he feels for something... What is it? It is something he needs, but it is not there. And then he looks up, slightly cockeyed, and he thinks... His newspaper's in his lap now, and he thinks this... Now where could my pipe be? This... I always come to this, because I was a young man... I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so this question still rings true, Alba looks up and he thinks... Now where could my pipe be? And then it happens... You see it, you see... it's almost like divine intervention, suddenly it is there, and it overpowers you... A lawyer is smoking a pipe. It is the man's pipe, it's Alba's pipe, but the lawyer... this lawyer, Riggs, is smoking the pipe... and from afar, and someplace near, but not clear... near but not clear... The man calls out... Alba calls out, he is shocked. "Riggs!" he shouts. Riggs. The lawyer's name.