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Cinderella learns of reality

Saturday, June 13th, 2009

Once upon a hopefully not too distant future time from now, Cinderella goes on a search for stories.  The story of her years has been the truth or fiction drudgery of the cinders and she longs to meet her messenger.  Then one day her story searching took her to place she’d never seen before and one story took her interest.  It was ‘How to make the world better’ and Cinderella’s world certainly needed to be better.

Though the stories were entertaining, she soon found the theme also contained a subliminal message.  ‘Is this a book of truth or fiction?’  She wondered aloud and then read the author’s name ‘Faye Rhea Godmother’.  I see now that my stepmother is the law that rules my life, but that she has evil intent.  ‘She is purposefully holding me back, so she can profit from my labors.’

Then one day Prince Charming rode into her life.  He offered to rescue her from the evil stepmother but Cinderella’s search for stories had granted her some wisdom.

“I could’ve left my stepmother’s rule anytime I felt like it, but there was nowhere to go because the true evil is the rule-of-law: it empowers those of evil intent to freely perpetrate their evil.  Law is not a system to keep us safe from harm, it only enslaves us to its nasty will and prevents us from growing to what we could become.”

“I’m the King’s son.”  Prince Charming said.  “I can have any law that you don’t like amended.”

“What then makes you different from my evil stepmother?”  Cinderella pushed him away.  “I’d rather write stories on how to make the world better.  And my stories, added to Faye Rhea Godmother’s ones, will make a slightly larger group.  They larger collection will make it easier for someone else on a search for stories find the ones they are really searching for, amid the pile of crap on the bestselling scrolls list.

“I’ll ask for a law making it illegal for you to spurn me.”  Prince Charming said in a less than charming tone.  “My palace dragoons could lock you in my dungeon.”

“Read this.”  Cinderella handed him the book her search for stories had uncovered.  “If you come to understand it, then come back for me: if not, then I’m certain that one of my stepsisters wouldn’t find the attentions of a wealthy prince unwelcome.”