Fiction Friday - 22 August 2008
Steal something
This Week's Theme: Have your character steal something. Now have her rationalize it.
Marx said it best. "All property is theft." Can't remember if that was Karl or Groucho, probably Groucho, but I can't remember the punchline. Anyway, all property is theft, of a sort. So anyone who owns anything is guilty of stealing something, if you really want to look at it that way.
Do I steal the air I breathe? The light I see with? If you're talking to me, is it stealing to hear you, and remember what you say? Course not. So I can't have stolen anything. I was given something, I took it and held it, and possession is nine-tenths of the law.
If you were given something, like a painting or something, by a friend, and it turned out that your friend shouldn't have given it to you, would people say you stole it? Would people wander around and say, "Oh, there goes that thief, the one that steals paintings"? No, they wouldn't. You see how stupid this is?
You can't steal a person anyway. People aren't slaves, nobody belongs to anyone. People go where they like when they like. And if they choose me over another, that's their choice. I didn't steal them. They gave their heart to me freely. That's not theft. That's love.
But try telling my sister that...
Marx said it best. "All property is theft." Can't remember if that was Karl or Groucho, probably Groucho, but I can't remember the punchline. Anyway, all property is theft, of a sort. So anyone who owns anything is guilty of stealing something, if you really want to look at it that way.
Do I steal the air I breathe? The light I see with? If you're talking to me, is it stealing to hear you, and remember what you say? Course not. So I can't have stolen anything. I was given something, I took it and held it, and possession is nine-tenths of the law.
If you were given something, like a painting or something, by a friend, and it turned out that your friend shouldn't have given it to you, would people say you stole it? Would people wander around and say, "Oh, there goes that thief, the one that steals paintings"? No, they wouldn't. You see how stupid this is?
You can't steal a person anyway. People aren't slaves, nobody belongs to anyone. People go where they like when they like. And if they choose me over another, that's their choice. I didn't steal them. They gave their heart to me freely. That's not theft. That's love.
But try telling my sister that...
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