Not That Deep

So this guy rides up on a white horse today.

I suppose whether or not you believe me depends solely on what the context is but generally, in the real and mundane world we all inhabit, you would say ‘yeah, right’ or something along those lines.

Okay so not a white horse then.

It’s really not something you see everyday, especially when you work on an industrial estate.  Much more likely to encounter idiots in BMWs.  I'm not saying that all BMW drivers are idiots, just that all idiots seem to be driving BMWs.

Don’t take my word for it, look around.

Moving on.

If a guy was going to arrive in something white its much more likely within the confines of an industrial estate that it will be a white van.  Less likely that he will be wearing a suit of armour.  There again, if he’s not on a horse and exposed to the elements, he probably doesn’t need one.

I feel you frowning.

Did you really not see where I was headed with the guy on a white horse thing?

Okay, looking for a modern day hero to ride up and rescue the trapped princess from the prison she has inadvertently found herself, in a building of torture and pain.

What's that?

As this is a modern day story, why can’t she rescue herself?

Aha, this is the interesting part - she doesn’t know it’s a prison.  She has willingly entered this place because it was shiny and bright on the outside, and offered smiles of sweet wealth on the inside, but once she entered it, there was no escape.

She is even allowed to leave for short periods of time, to make her think that she is free of it and can go whenever she wants, but she must return and pay for her time.

Who could rescue her?

Who could convince her that she needs to be rescued?

Desperate times call for desperate measures and she needs to be shocked out of her inertia.  Guy on a white horse not looking like such a stupid idea now, is it?  Come to think of it, perhaps a white horse is not enough.

Maybe it needs to be something more awesome than that.

And I do mean awesome in the true meaning of the word, not the Americanised version where everything is ‘awesome’ and it really seems to have lost its’ clout.

Okay, how about he parachutes in a-la James Bond style, lands perfectly on the white horse, and then rides up to the front door, entering the building and stunning everyone with a flourish of his mighty sword (ahem, minds OUT of the gutter please), then locating the trapped princess and sweeping her off her feet.

Sounds good, in theory.

But then what?

She says ‘put me down you weirdo’ and goes off with the guy in the BMW, while the hero is left to consider how to carry a parachute on the back of his horse.

So what is the moral of the story?  Well, it could be that …

Nah, don’t do morals.

I’m just not that deep.