Chapter Five- The Note

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Nakedness is the feeling of every flaw you possess exposed to the world.

Pride is the feeling of being on top of the world, like a balloon that rises higher and higher into the sky. The world seems to be at your fingertips.

Your heart bubbles with pride.

But the higher and higher you go, the atmosphere becomes thinner and thinner, your balloon heart throbs. Too much pride.

Too much pride.

And yet, you soar higher and higher. Your head spins. Your stomach aches. Your rubber balloon squeaks. Your heart goes higher, higher, and higher, and...

*Pop*

The remains of your rubber heart fall and swirl into the wind, descending into the blue abyss.

The higher you go, the farther you fall.

Perhaps what is left of the balloon will end up entangled in the turbine engine of a plane. Ah yes, a plane isn't blown up with gas and released from a small child's hand in an instant, letting it go on a high rush that leads to its very own demise. No, a plane is built in a factory. Great time and care put into every bolt and screw, wing and rudder. It must be flawless to fly with angles.

It can go the height, but has control over its level in the atmosphere. It's built for the pride. A plane doesn't loom upward and skyrocket into space. Its pilot knows better.

What is the source of the high called pride?

Perfection. Believing in your own perfection. Worse than methamphetamine.

No, I make no mistake. I rule this place. I rule this world. I am a warrior. I am a great leader. I drown in my own wealth. I am above others. I am the best. I am in love with myself. I am perfection.

I am perfect.

A balloon and a plane represent the two different types of people who hold pride.

With a balloon, its fate is sealed as it travels higher and higher into the air. It will pop. You will pop. You wait and see. You will be nothing that day. Nothing but rubbish.

A plane carries pride as well. To a certain height, it can go to a level in the atmosphere a balloon can. But a plane is built to not loose control. It doesn't go higher and higher until it can't anymore. It can stay at a single height.

But this gigantic beast has a disadvantage.

A plane does have control, but it costs so much more to keep it that way. So much weight. So much science. So much complexity.

Losing control as a plane doesn't mean you soar so high you burst.

One mistake, and you crash down in shame, your wings on fire, your engines exploding. Pride always comes before the fall.

Balloons fall farther, but planes fall harder.

A self-worshiping pig, or a normal person.

Pride destroys you one way or another.

But luckily, our hero is no balloon. Arrogance is not a second nature of our Coal King.

But unfortunately, a turbine has exploded.

We're going down, cap'n.

So, why of all things do I mention nakedness at the start of all this?

Pride is the belief in perfection. Nakedness is your imperfections in the spotlight.

Pig balloons and mortal planes are stripped of their pride in nakedness.

Aw who am I kidding.

The last thing anyone wants to do is sneak through a village in their underwear.

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