A “sign”, please, give me a “sign”.
In the first week of October, thousands and thousands of fanatical souls, totally drained of energy and with no motivation, lower their eyes and trudge off to their caves. Exhausted beyond belief, they close the boulder back across the cave entrance, sit on their logs and gaze at the clock on the dim cave wall.
Tick, tick, tick, another minute passes; tick, tick, then an hour; and then another, until finally a whole day passes. The day is recorded by a mark they scratch on the cave wall. Ever so slowly, like the evolution of mankind, these marks grow in number. Occasionally, someone grunts about these marks on the wall, but that’s all. The silence and darkness are all consuming.
They eat only to survive the long bitter months, deprived of any joy or satisfaction in life, they show no interest in doing anything but eating, sleeping, and staring with blank distraught faces at the cave wall where the clock ticks ever slower than it did before.
These poor lethargic souls, hundreds of thousands of them, live on hope alone, hope that one day the sign will come. But as another mark is scratched on the cave wall, the sign does not come. Sleep is their only escape from the despair.
No one really noticed how many marks were on the wall, for they had long since given up counting. But they no longer cared about the marks, for the sign had come. Yes, the sign was here at last.
Even before the boulder was rolled away from the cave entrance, the roar was deafening and the ground shock beneath their feet. Leaving their cave, they joined the growing sea of humanity, shoulder to shoulder, as it swept towards its ultimate destiny. The smell of adrenalin drenched the dusty air and the roar grew louder as they struggled for position.
Memories of the past dreary cave existence were soon forgotten as the arena came into view. Their purpose in life was once more fulfilled; the 2014 footy season had begun. Australian Rules football returned passion to their souls and made life worth living once more. So excited at being seated again in their favourite footy stadium; they hardly noticed the increase in the price of beer.
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