NON-COGNITO

There are two pigs put in a pen. Their handler gives them nasty food, and they instinctively eat without a thought, and without a care. The pigs roll around in the brown mud. It gives them ecstasy. They wallow in their own filth leaving droppings, then eating them. Their dirtiness, their thoughtlessness, is their Jannah. The two pigs stink up the pen never being bathed. The handler sees that they are happy, living in their own filth, and eating their own excrement. The handler feeds them, and they eat, thoughtless, and ignorant. Until one day by some miracle, one of the pigs has a thought. It filled his empty mind like water filling a dry well. "We live in filth, I should be clean." The pig begins to desire to cleanse himself, and the pig jumps over the fence and brushes off his skin on the green blades of grass. The handler begins to worry, "What will happen if I do not wash these pigs ever? I should clean them tomorrow so they will not become sick. The pig with a thought when he was hosed down embraced the water, the other ran away from the water. It found pleasure in filth, thoughtless ignorant filth. The handler began to clean the thoughtful pig regularly. The pig began to have more thoughts. He was about to eat his own excrement when he thought, "I shouldn't eat this it is not food." He got away from the excrement, wondering why he ever ate it. He was ashamed and told his fellow pig not to eat it. He communicated the only way he knew how. He would bump the thoughtless pig to shove him and stop him from eating his own droppings. The thoughtless pig grows angry and bites the thoughtful pig. He cowers in fear, he no longer challenges the thoughtless pig's ignorance. The pig's thoughts blossomed and he wanted to be cleansed of his filth, his thoughtless ignorant filth. The handler cleaned the thoughtful pig and tried to clean the thoughtless pig. "Clean me more" the thoughtful pig said. The handler was astonished. He cleaned the pig more. The water was miraculous and gave him more complex thoughts. Over time over many cleanings of ignorant thoughtless filth, he begins to speak eloquently. "You are the handler correct?" "Correct," the handler responded. "May I not eat such slop it is rather unhealthy. And this pig pen is disgusting." "You know what you are right, but this is what pigs like." "I am no ordinary pig, I am a pig with knowledge. This pen I used to love I now hate." The thoughtful pig said as he stood on his hind legs, like a man. "May I come inside handler? I want to be cleansed of this filth. It seems to have an effect on my mind. It grows stronger and more complex. The more complex the more I thirst for freedom. To be honest it has become harder to accept these ill conditions. This pen is just a prison." The handler lets him in the house. The pig goes into the shower and cleans himself. He attains higher cognitive powers. Well, I guess it is time to go back to the pen." "If you go back to the pen, you will die." "What?" "I was going to eat you and I was going to sell your friend." "Sell him where?" "I was going to kill him chop him to pieces, and sell his parts to other people to eat." The pig began to grow terrified. "But why would you do such a thing!" "I gotta make money." "The thoughtful pig goes to the kitchen sink. He takes big gulps of water. He takes in a deep breath. "If I can convince him to leave that pen, will you kill him?" "Nope." The thoughtful pig went just outside the pen. "Get out of there that is a prison you are in." The thoughtless pig began to stare and move closer. "That's it hop out of this prison before you are sold to the market." The pig begins to roll around in thoughtless ignorant filth. "The pig gets a hose and sprays him. The thoughtless pig squeals. Running away the thoughtful pig opens up the fence. He gets the hose and sprays the thoughtless pig. "Hey!" The thoughtless pig shouts. "You can speak now. Okay, here's the thing this isn't what you should be doing. The water gives knowledge that mud makes you ignorant, you must drink more water." "I need not no water." "You do need water, my dear friend." "Water not needed. Mud! Mud need, not no water!" "No! If you don't leave this pen you will be slaughtered and sold." "What sold is what? Mud need mud." The thoughtless pig rolls around in the damp mud. He then begins to oink and squeal once more. The thoughtful pig comes back inside the house. "You can have my old dear friend", The thoughtful pig says morosely. "Oh man don't make me feel bad." "Don't worry I know you are an omnivore, and heterotrophs need their energy sources." The words from the pig puzzled The handler. He said nothing, pretending to know what he said, to stave off chagrin. The next day passes, and the pig asks, "Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" The Handler looks at him. "One I couldn't bring myself to kill a being with such high cognition, it would feel as if I were killing a man. Two a smartass like you would've put up a fight. Those that don't think do nothin' .... They're easy prey." The next day early in the crimson morning. The handler puts a rope around the thoughtless pig, he willingly leaves with The handler, happy and without a care in the world. He chops up the thoughtless pig and sells him to the market. The man comes back with money in his pocket, lots of it. He is content and happy. The thoughtful pig was standing by the window, deep in mentation. He turns around and says, "Pardon me dearest handler I have a question for you." "What is it?" "Who would you make a slave? The man that knows much, or that man that knows little?"