The Fig Tree

An evolution called "disorder"

This is the first time I am talking about the nights of the ship, the weather is stormy and the cold wind and the beach sand scratch my face and the waves of the sea brutally hit the hull of the ship and slap their presence in the ship's ears with a shout, and of course the oysters, still crackling.

Did you expect me to tell you about the starry nights of rain and cool sea breeze that don't even exist? No! This is Jason's ship, its law is the same as the law of nature, only the corners are slightly different, 'Either you die or you are thrown into the sea in shreds.'

Fortunately, I'm still alive and I don't have a scratch except that sometimes because of my clumsiness, Jason's hand land on on the nape of my neck. But what's the point at the end? I am beaten to learn and I learn to evolve. Why should I evolve? What should I evolve into?

"Kid, do you even know what evolution is?" Jason says. "Evolution is not about turning from a monkey into the idiot you are now. You know, when I look at you, you are all messed up. Either you are afraid of people, or you are afraid of tight spaces, or I don't know, you are afraid all the time. But you wouldn't be here without those same disorders. Do you understand what I mean? You hate cockroaches because they are ugly, but if there were no cockroaches, the whole ship would drown in small insects. I'm not saying that you disgust cockroaches in return, but I say it because I'm the boss here. Sometimes it's this disorder and lack that makes one complete. You go after something until you have it. You wouldn't have ran after it if you had it, moron. People with many things are not people anymore. Now what do you think would make me not-me? Huh?"

After what he said, I figured his slaps on my neck have an evolutionary pain. Fear of people is also evolution. I myself am evolution, but I am not whole yet.

"You are not Jason without being Jason, Jason."