This is A Man-Short Introspection

God hath forsaken me, truly thought the jester, for He has made me in not His image but in the image of that of an off-kiltered 90's polaroid that was tossed to the wind and found by a pecking chicken. The chicken of course having been raised on a lone farm by a particularly disparaging elderly farmer.

Why?, I thought, What is so holy about this one chicken that it would be given permission by God Himself to alter my very being? To peck holes into that unfortunate Polaroid that unknowingly drifted to that one specific farm out of thousands and to gently sway onto the grass and land in front of one in a million chickens?

Does the chicken matter, in this instance; would it change who I am if it was, say, a goat, or a cow? I would like to think a cow would ignore my meager existence to graze at the grass along my Polaroid, but the goat would end my joke of a life and simply eat my Polaroid without a second thought.

The Jester thought this in a burst of introspection, but of course he would never be allowed to speak a single syllable of his own mind, for he of course was just the Jester. The definition of a fool, only meant to bring silliness and amusement; not philosophy and intelligence. For that is the life of a perceived simpleton, a role to play for a higher power in a moment of reprieve from duties and worries.

Does this everlasting and always changing higher power ever think of the Jester as something else? Does he ever wonder where the Jester goes when he is not entertaining, when there is a moment of reprieve and Jester slinks off to await the call of his King? Would the King ever think of the Jester and ask if he had a family, or a dream for his life- was he put there in front of the King for a reason?

The King was as simple a man as the lowliest commoner, able to find joy and laughter in the easy way the Jester made himself a fool; yet the King had no tolerance for anything out of its proper place. If he ever discovered the Jester had these most awful and serious thoughts, the Jester would surely be put to death and just as easily replaced.