The Wonderful Logic of Individualism

The Wonderful Logic of Individualism

In a wood, there lay a bundle of sticks tied together. One day, someone tried to break the bundle in half. But they could not be broken. A little way away lay a single stick. With a quick snap!, it broke in two and was less of a stick than it had ever been.

The stick had enjoyed his selfish, lonely life. He had lived as an individual. He developed his own thoughts and ideas, ones too precious to be shared with anyone else. They probably wouldn't understand anyway.
The stick relied on no one but himself for his food, entertainment, transportation and the like.

He was independent in every way.

The food he ate he bought himself with money he earned himself by doing a self-employed job which he paid himself for. He even minted the money alone, in the name of self-reliance.

The stick had tried university but found he wasn't a stickler for the many rules and regulations. People were forever advising him on what to do and how to do it, to which he replied that he was an individual. They tried to put many ideas into his head but he was too clever for them, and thought up all his ideas entirely on his own. After all, he had taught himself to read and write. He had taught himself language.

He even had invented language.

He did not like the idea everyone else implied, when they all wore the same clothes, that he should follow fashion too. Sometimes, he didn't even wear clothes because clothes were for the masses, the sheep. When it was cold, he wore clothing that he had made and designed, and for which he had picked the cotton to weave the material, and created dyes to dye the cloth with.

He also made his own car.
No one could tell the stick what speed he could drive at.

The stick tried church but found that Christianity was just about him and God - church was unnecessary.  After all, there was that verse in Revelations saying that Jesus would be returning to earth one day to take to Himself His bride, stick.

Ah, stick. He died a successful and unloved stick. No one loved him because no one knew him. And he never knew love, because he was an individual.