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The Man Who Loved A Doll: A Parable


Once upon a time, a man loved a doll.

And nobody chided or ridiculed the man because everyone who saw the doll, even those with the most cloddish of hearts, admired it for its exquisite workmanship and beauty.

But the man was unhappy for the doll would not return his love, but merely sit in her chair, her beautiful face frozen in unblemished porcelain.

And the more he wooed this creation of silk and china, the more frustrated he became with himself, for surely it was his own deep flaws that prevented the doll from returning his love.

So eschewing the love of flesh-and-blood women who offered him their hearts, after many years of self-recrimination and self-hatred the man died alone and despondent.

Yet before he drew his last breath, he entertained one rogue thought that maybe the reason the doll did not love him was not because he was deeply flawed, but simply because dolls of silk and china cannot return love.

But then, of course, it was too late.


He who has the mind to read, let him heed.






Do not ask me why I wrote this. I will deliberately lie to you.

Comments

symphonic_rp
Sep. 29th, 2008 11:41 pm (UTC)
Interestingly, I have a story not entirely unlike that in Spectral Shadows. In where the character's wife dies, and in his madness he creates a doll of her as a replacement and sells his soul to bring the doll to life. But the demon that animates the doll is nothing like his wife and doesn't return his love.

This is actually inspired by the plot of an old ballet called Coppelia.

There is also a song by Yes called Turn Of The Century based on such a concept.

The concept can also be applied to the poor Furry fan who wears a Krystal T-shirt everywhere he goes and loves Krystal with a passion uncontested. But that love can never be returned.

Actually it could also be applied to those who so love the cross, The Bible or any other religious symbol. But in the end they realize that paper pages and metal crosses by themselves are not capable of returning love.

It is also a concept that is somewhat applicable to myself, as I surround myself constantly with art and imagery on which I invest the bulk of my love. These things of themselves can not return love. But, as I learned recently, the love invested in human beings is also not likely to be returned. And yet I find that I am happiest and healthiest when loving, whether that love is returned or not.

The return of love is never guaranteed. Never a certainty by virtue of loving one thing or another. And I think in the end it is the man who loved most passionately who lived the more fulfilling life, rather than the man who worried to much about how much love he received.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
There is also a song by Yes called Turn Of The Century based on such a concept.
The lyrics matched the plot of Coppellia, but struck me more as a retelling of Pygmalion and Galatea than anything else.