Once Upon a Time - 4

Krishna Bhaskar
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Across forty thousand sugar mills on the planet, alongside the depths of the Bavarian oaks and Amazonian jungles, inside the tonnage of a thousand proteins that six billion people ingest daily (for the sole purpose of eventually ingesting more), and yes, in the depths of each beer guzzler’s (bartended or bloated, likely both) belly, runs a common strand that precludes these agents’ preferences – it has out survived each of them by prehistoric era.

It composes itself of little probabilistic building blocks that spring to life at the exact moment the junkie kicks herself up from placidity, and the Zulu screams out to revenge his pet salamander.
People have attributed to it fancy (and unverifiable) descriptions, calling it protoplasm and adrenaline rush, but there is only one common manifestation that fits into all their air-guitars.

That glue is glucose – in stealthy and still undiscovered forms it has cohabitated and co-opted the Planet’s Identity.

Glucose, it turns out, is what alcohol is made up of.

Alcohol is not really the cause of the world’s problems. It is the World’s problem. Life.
Nor does it cause the solution of the World’s Problem. It is the solution of the World’s problem. More life.
(Even if ‘more life’ is strictly unreproductive – it merely involves knocking over a few more trays.)

The world, it would seem, resonates to such a hypothesis. Why else would it neatly cleave itself into two distinct groups – the Whiners and the Winers, who between themselves, make up practically everyone with an appendix?

The Whiners are the righteous group – they sight the might for a fight, take the right for a right, and if necessary, draw up their height to fight the Tight.
They don’t like the Tight – his intentions are not all white

The Winers, on the other hand, see right and wrong as two sides of the same bottle cap. They let the fizz uncork out into fresh air, and let nature sift through her own little distribution – the Tight and the Uptight. But the Winers don’t mind the Uptight; they only wish his intentions were not all white.
History, though, seems to have come up with a verdict – if we could call it one.

The Winers have come up with their own webs of sweeping emotions- imposing tragedies, generated passion, crafted timeless romances, mournful elegies, and monumental music. They wrote literature, created notes, and inserted flesh into cardboard characters. They also founded empires, invented orgies, and devised courses on managerial communication.
Most importantly, they invented the bottle.

The Whiners also came up with their own version of the third form play. They invented minimalism, generated heat, and locked swelter into a single whirlpool of eddy currents that could make the coldest heart pump alive.

They invented the hot water bottle.
(They had a life too).

Could anybody translate this writing into Spanish, please? I´ll be very grateful.

wht does this mean?

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