Modern monkeys.

In the back seat observing his colleagues, James was in doubt. The questions lingered in his mind throughout the night, made him disgusted at himself. The question which doubted the sanity of so-called human nature. And the question he did not dare to ask the smiling fellow human beings who were sharing seats of the round table with him. Are we not modern monkeys dressed as such for the occasion?

He had plenty of doubt. Of course, these doubts did not come from a void, it was backed up by the evidence which accumulated on top of each other in a pile, like on a desk of a lawyer who is preparing himself to defend his client. This time the defendant was the inner monkey of Himself. So, James decided to carefully consider the evidence which obviously was mounting against plaintiff of his saint self.

Monkeys

He was at the get together, which was not a glamourous, end of year party or a birthday celebration, but a routine, dull get together that occasionally some people like to have under a shady dim light in a secret joint. Everyone was invited, everyone was present, and everyone knew each other well enough. And on top of that, if there had been a flimsy barrier between the sanity and humanity against the inner monkeyness, it was demolished in the first half an hour he was at the table, during the first round of Alcohol.

Modern monkeys on a round table.

He could see the humans disappear, and inner monkeys start to enjoy themselves. They start to gossip criticize and argue about prime ministers, middle east crisis, work stress, last year parties, women and their short dresses, secret affairs, Drugs, lust and profanity. By the time it was the past midnight, the monkeys would have intercourse on the table itself with imaginary monkeys if it was not a reality. What would have happened if there was a billion dollars backing up intensions of these monkey minds. Would there be any limit, an upper boundary, societal, judicial or otherwise, which cannot be broken in the name of experience. Maybe there was a truth after all that they wear cloths only to pretend that they are some kind of superior beings than regular monkeys.

Let's party

Yet he had seen them monkeys in the wild. Who wear no cloths, and who do not hide behind rigid walls of ethics, which were broken by alcohol and lust. They had no need to hide their anger against each other. They did not need to hide their affection, or attraction. It is natural, they might fight with themselves till death for the right to mate. Aren't they driven by same underlying forces that moved monkeys to behave in their group. What does these rituals mean when it comes to individual intensions? He could see each and every one playing their own selfish game, hidden behind the safety of social norms.

But maybe, James was being harsh on himself. After all, what evil will it be done by a one more profane story? So, finally he decided to open his mouth and join in the conversation after wreaking his train of thoughts. Verdict is Guilty. Tonight He will be a modern monkey. Maybe tomorrow he will wake up a saint again, just in time before the Play begins.