j guevara

From The Jungle: monkeyshines, shenanigans and primitive opinions

Introduction

Most times I didn’t believe it myself.  I even questioned if jungle solitude had adversely affected my mind.  When I counted the missing beers and the misplaced rum, however, and looked at the mess that was left after every session, I knew I’d been blessed by Nature’s best.  My Jungle friends, that gang of monkeys with their toucan and python I call the Motley Crew, are just that, and a rare breed they are.  Not since Man has climbed down from the trees has a man been more privileged to share the wit and insight of those still so close to the source.  They have shown me the meaning of ‘lesser’ intelligence, and if there is a missing link, it must be you and I.

Many will say I had an illusion, for nothing in the jungle speaks to man, it’s just animals, birds, bugs, and trees.  I understand their query, though no longer share their doubt.  The defining line here is truth, which is unique in everyone who cares to see.  Thus, the truth that abides in you is what makes you different from the truth that abides in me.  Defined truth, however, the one we readily share, is but an agreed reality, which makes reality nothing more than a collective hunch.  Therefore, truth is not important in the question of, ‘To be or not to be’.  For in truth what you will find is that only…  Imagination, shall set you free.