It's like driving down the same dead-end street, over and over again. And at the end of that dead-end street is a monkey with a knife- a big, dull, rusty knife. And every time you get to the end of that dead-end street, the monkey stabs your heart with the knife, over and over, over and over, until you turn around and go back. This happens every single time you drive down that same dead-end street. But you keep driving down it. You keep thinking that maybe one day that monkey will have a shovel instead of a knife, and he'll be working on his street, so that it might go somewhere. Or maybe he'll have a whole posse of monkeys and they'll be working away, working to make the street lead to a desirable destination. But so far it's just been that monkey, stabbing at people's hearts with his big dull rusty knife. Why doesn't he work on the street? Maybe he doesn't know where he wants it to go. Maybe he's afraid he'll build a street that leads to a place he doesn't really want to go. Maybe he's waiting for the right time to begin working on his street. Or maybe he's perfectly happy on his dead-end street, stabbing away at people's hearts.. Maybe someday that street will lead somewhere. But even if it does, it's probably not where you want to go. But you believe in the monkey, and his street-building ability. You would love to see the monkey build an amazing street to wherever he wants to go. Why is this monkey so concerned with stabbing at people's hearts? And why are you so concerned about this monkey and his dead-end street? ..And you keep driving down it anyway. Over and over, over and over. And the knife-wielding monkey keeps stabbing at your heart. Over and over, over and over. When are you going to learn that you need to take a different street? Take the highway. Or better yet, take the FreeWay. Take a dirt road. Take the bike path. The truck route. The service road. The toll way. The by-pass. The detour.. Build your own street. Get out of the car and walk, no, RUN in the other direction. But for god's sake stop driving down that same dead-end street.
