Believing in the Unbelievable

A friend asked me to make up a story recently, so I did. Unfortunately, I had to send him the story in a text, so I didn’t get the chance to elaborate on it. So I’m going to do that here! (I actually also took out one part because it wasn’t important. All good fun.)

Once upon a time,—I know that’s cheesy start, but bear with me— there was a squirrel named Maximus. This particular squirrel was courageous and dreamy, unlike all of the other squirrels. Fancies would pop into his head, and he would follow them on many wild goose chases toward nothing. Everybody knew him as Crazy Max, but he didn’t care, for he lived in a world full of fairies and dragons and all sorts of fantastical things that the others didn’t believe in.

One day, Maximus saw a brilliant rainbow. So brilliant, he decided, that he would go out and find the end of it. Everybody wished him a fond farewell, sure that he had gone completely off his rocker. But Maximus didn’t care, for he was filled with courage and faith.

Off Maximus went, and before he knew it, he ran into a fox. Since Maximus didn’t know how to find the end of the rainbow, he decided to ask the fox. The fox, thinking he was a very stupid squirrel, didn’t answer him, but instead tried to gobble him up. And while Maximus wasn’t the brightest, he was one of the fastest squirrels, and was able to get into the safe branches of a tree. The fox soon left, and Maximus decided to keep going, though more warily than before.

Still in search of the end of the rainbow, Maximus found an owl. Knowing that owls were supposed to be the wisest creatures, Maximus hastily approached the owl and asked him how to get to the end of the rainbow. The owl was a firm believer in reason and logic, and therefore, thought the “poor little squirrel” to be “completely and absolutely deranged”. Considering it his civic duty to dispose of the creature that was “probably rabid”, the owl also tried to eat Maximus. This time, Maximus couldn’t hide in a tree, so he found a hole in the ground. He was thoroughly terrified of the owl and couldn’t believe his bad luck. Eventually the owl left out of frustration, but Maximus stayed in his hole, cowering in fear. But eventually, his exhaustion won out on his fear, and Maximus fell asleep.

When he woke, Maximus decided to continue his journey. Tired and scared and starting to believe that maybe he was wrong about the rainbow after all, Maximus’ motivation had left him. He blundered on, still following the rainbow, but not even bothering to look at the rest of his surroundings. That is, until he stumbled on a mountain of toadstools. Confused, Maximus looked around him. He had found the end of the rainbow! And here, at the end of the rainbow, was the fabled city of the fairies. Along with the mountain of toadstools, they also had beds made out of cobwebs and the whole place sparkled with dewdrops. All the fairies, blue, pink, green, red, and many other colors, surrounded Maximus. One regal-looking fairy came up to him and asked him how he had found the place. When Maximus responded out of the honesty in his heart, this fairy told him, “Because of your great faith and courage, we will make you our king!” Maximus was honored and delighted, and he lived the rest of his life with the fairies, resolving many of their conflicts with the squirrels and other creatures of the rest of the world.

The end.

I enjoyed writing that. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Now, I’ll only do a little bit of philosophizing, because I don’t want to make this post super long. I guess if you could give that story a moral it would be about the virtues and wisdom of faith, even when faith goes against wisdom. Because faith is built upon that which does not have experience or logic to back it up, it can often go against wisdom, or rather, reason. The book I just finished this morning, My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, agrees with me: “If you say that you believe something to be true, you might mean one of two things—that you’re still weighing the alternatives, or that you accept it as a fact. I don’t logically see how one single word can have contradictory definitions, but emotionally, I completely understand.” Once again, faith goes beyond logic, but as Picoult points out, it makes perfect sense in our emotions. Faith is a part of our souls and by its very definition, goes beyond logic. But just because it doesn’t make sense logically doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Just a thought.

Enjoy your lemonade,

Epylle Spydre