The Story of Devin (Part 1)

As a child he had a curious mind. Not curious as a peculiarity although it could be argued he was a bit of an odd child, curious in his inquisitive demeanor.  Devin always had a small way of looking into things. Was there a grain of sand inside the marbles of his head, much in the way of pearls or hail. One day whilst in the woods having an adventure and skipping the organized thoughts of school, Devin discovered that ants had invaded his lunch. Marching without as much as a drum to keep them in tempo the ants stole away food in single file. They probably didn’t think themselves thieves, governed only by the doctrines of nature and opportunity. If anything these ants could be accused of holding true to their colonial values. Devin was 7 years old when he thought this. At this young age he realized he could get no where with philosophy. So at seven, Devin turned his attention to the pleasantries of his adventures. School was chaffing, at best it taught him to be critical of the world, to challenge everything and put knowledge in a separate category from truth; Devin already challenged everything anyway and so to him adventure was robust. One day, as he watched the ants steal away his lunch Devin made his first decision. It was truly the first time, it felt good, it felt liberating. He was 8 years old when he walked away from his home, his school and his family. He was 8 when he decided to look at the world from the road. And so, Devin packed up the ants in his lunch and together they stole away. He knew if he lingered any longer that he would find things to care about and never feel the joy of freedom. In Devin’s mind, freedom was having nothing to lose.

In the wild Devin became somewhat of a legend to the animals. He invented games for them to play, giving each game a name through the decided outcome. Once upon a little stream he challenged a frog to hold its breath longer than he. The frog being a realist said there is no way that the boy who does not live by the water could win. Devin being larger than the frog said his lungs must also be larger, he said, if the frog was so inclined the two of them could find out. Startled by the answer the frog turned his head. No way will I accept this invitation, I do believe I might win, now however I am unsure. If you are as long winded as you say you are then there is someone whom I know you cannot beat. And so the game is called Fish. Devin was 9 years old when he became a naturalist. He studied the plants, giving each a name from the features that he liked best. To the thousands of green leaves that grew up from the ground, the grass, he gave the name resties, as he loved how he could always find sleep on their soft bed. The mighty pine trees became his lookouts. When he would climb to their tops he could see for miles and miles. He would sit on their tops, staring out at the mountains watching them be still; he loved their motionless gaze, always protecting the forest below. The pines, Devin gave the name peeks, as they gave him a view of the mountains. And so, at ten years old Devin became a man, responsible for naming the things of nature.

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