The Gentleman Downstairs and Other Satanic Parables and Fables

Lift, Twist, Pluck

A group picked apples from a fruit tree by day. One picker practiced climbing the tree night after night while the others slept. Only this picker knew that the apples at the top of the tree were the best tasting.

Each day, the group gathered under the lower limbs of the tree. They collected what few apples were there.

A few pickers climbed to higher limbs of the tree and collected apples from that spot.

The picker who practiced each night climbed past them, picking fruit as he went. When he was at the top of the tree, he picked apples that no one else could reach. He drank in the beautiful vista surrounding him. The apples at the top of the tree were sun kissed and tasted better than any other apples on the tree.

Word spread among the pickers about the quality of these apples at the top of the tree. The other pickers resented him. They spent their free time grumbling over their lot. They schemed to find ways to make the picker share his apples.

“Throw down some of those apples! We hear they’re better than these,” the group yelled up to the climber.

But the third climber didn’t hear them. The juicy crunch of each bite from the apples was too great. It drowned their complaints.



“The social structure of humanity is stratified; each person reaches a level commensurate with the development of their natural talents; there is no such thing as universal equality.”

Gilmore, Peter. The Satanic Scriptures. Baltimore: Maryland. Scapegoat Publishing, 2007.


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