There is an ark with humans on the ocean of being.

Space and time are the basics of the waves on the waters.

The ark is like a big zoo giving home on a long journey.

The human zoo mirrors all that is on the ark.

Some are like birds - they fly high, because they are supposed to fly.

Some are like monkeys - they climb to light hights, because they are destined to do so.

And some are like worms - they bury themselves deeply in the ground, because it is their life.

Thus the zoo explains how humans move in different places.

Long ago there was a human on the ark called Ashtarius.

He hated the birds for not flying higher, and he hated the worms for their living in the dirt. The monkeys appeared to him too stupid and unenlightened, so he didn´t even notice them.

With 30 he still lived with his mother, with 40 she still washed his laundry, with 50 he opened a forum discussing how to fly higher than birds do, and with 55 he commited suicide.

God asked him why.

I hated the zoo, Ashtarius replied, and I couldn´t achieve flying higher than birds. I found no sense anymore living. I wanted to come home!

Immediately he found himself on the ark again, deep down at the bottom in the dark, and God appeared to him a big worm, nibbling off some wood.

I need you to see something, Ashtarius, the worm said. Home is not something apart from the ark and the monkeys and worms. Home is always there where I am. Now take another round to find that out!

The rest of the story is lost and can not be told...