Quite often, we hear the popular phrase "Curiosity killed the Cat".
Know, gentlemen, that curiosity
did not cause the Cat's death.
The true story is that the Cat,
in his curious nature, wanted to know everything.
For days and nights, the Cat wandered through rooftops and alleys,
doors and windows (transparent and black),
searching for the truth and seeking explanations.
The Cat wandered to the confines of the deepest abyss
and peered fearlessly into its depths.
It was at that moment that the Cat realised that the abyss
was always staring back at him.
The Cat jumped as if he had seen a snake
(or a cucumber).
The Cat ran at full speed and scratched everything in its path.
But the Cat couldn't tear the abyss's gaze away.
Curiosity didn't kill the Cat.
It was something worse: The Cat learned The Truth.
The Cat kept running away,
tried to run and hide
(but The Truth never sets you free:
once you dare to see it;
you become its prisoner,
its slave, its victim, and its hostage).
The Cat then took action:
He took out life insurance
and when that didn't seem enough,
he took out eight more.
But nothing was enough.
The Cat regretted every day of his Nine Lives
the audacity of having seen The Truth
without thinking about what The Truth was;
he wondered if one day in his Nine Lives,
he would simply return to being
the Cat he was before
he looked into the abyss.
The Cat began to see the world
with a different (almost paranoid) curiosity:
He could clearly see
who deserved cuddles,
who should love him,
and who he should ignore
(and whoever dares to deceive the Cat,
even today faces the imminent fate
of seeing The Truth through his eyes).
The Cat continued to flee from The Truth and the abyss,
but The Truth is faster than cats,
and the abyss is deeper
than any cat imagines.
So if you ever notice a cat running away,
take pity on its demonic fate:
Curiosity didn't kill the Cat,
but it did end his life.
