He hated crows. They were always picking on him. Literally. His eyes were long gone. They sat on him. Shat on him. Mocked him in his failure of what he was meant to be.
For many years he’d stood there. He’d never moved a toe, he didn’t even have one. He had no possibilities. No hope. The crows were eating his head.
A crow was sitting on his shoulder right now. Nibbling on his neck. Sticking it’s beak into a hole where his ear would have been, pulling out the straws that would have been his brains. That’s when it happened. One of his fingers moved.
After all this years, he moved a finger. He looked at his hand. This was the biggest moment in his existence. His hand shot out, caught the bird by it’s neck. The other crows flew away. They hadn’t expected this.
The crow fell to the ground, his hand connected to it. It was shaking. He saw his arm (yes, with no eyes, that’s how scarecrows with consciousness work), long, glittering in the light, moving like a… snake. It crawled out of the glove. It was a snake. The scarecrow watched as the snake devoured the crow slowly.
He couldn’t move, after all. Stupid thing to believe, anyway. He was a scare crow. Things were better, though. He had a friend.
My post UFO Roadkill is based on an idea I had for a comic during my years as a caveman, created in the light of candles as all my stuff was back then. The comic never became anything more than a storyboard, but I still wanted to make something out of the idea. From cave art to blog post, who would have guessed.
The story is a mental experiment on the way we humans tend to think animals are better off dead than hurt. Sometimes I guess it’s true, but still, many people have a very low limit to killing animals out of mercy. Biologically they are quite similar to us, and wounds do heal.
So I turned the roles a bit, and made the animal human and the driver alien, just to see how it feels if we were the ones to be sacrificed. It turned out to be quite terrifying.
Beyond Faith and Reason is a story about metaphysics. The main character is investigating dimensions beyond the usual ones, and he opens a gate to a world beyond our logic. A world without logic is very difficult for us to understand or even imagine, and many people turn to faith to find answers. I really do not believe faith will give any real answers, and I’m not interested in false ones just to calm my curiosity.
I don’t believe in gods. I don’t believe there is any contrast between the spiritual and the material world and I don’t believe in a personified life after death, because it seems to me that anything personal is connected with our living biological tissue.
The mystery keeps being conscience, or whatever it is that makes us perceive anything. I believe it’s just the way reality works, that there is not much more to it. Maybe I’m wrong, but to understand more we will have to investigate, not cling to lies because they feel good.
I’m not saying I have any answers regarding metaphysics, but neither do anyone else. Maybe some day we will understand how our world works on a deeper level, but there will always be more to know. Any belief in divine entities is to surrender to ignorance. The illustration is an intent of a graphic description of how our invented answers usually are wrong. Reality is a lot more interesting than any ancient belief system.
This is the sketch for my first post, The Apple Grove. I made the illustrations faster back then, and skipped the more finished pencil version.
The story is a about private property. Private property and national frontiers are more important in this world than human lives. Why?
Since the birth of early civilization, when private property emerged, it has dominated the world. The wealth of the rich, the power of the powerful. With the currant global system private property has become more sacred than ever, although there are practically no rational arguments why it should be like this.
The greed of a few is defended at the cost of hunger for the many, protected by laws made by leaders falsely justified by votes won by economic superiority.
Isn’t it time we tried something new?