| It was nearing the afternoon and Zeus had just recently stopped pouring his algid rain on the suburbian home, and the crows had begun to caw, as was their custom on a dreary, overcast day such as this one. A few bickered over the worms which fed near the top of the saturated soil, projecting a harsh tension through the snappy autumn air.
It was mother nature's way-- the crows eat the worms, which devour the carcasses of the larger animals that prey the crows, and somehow, in this seemingly apathetic circle, thrives innocence. Innocence is found, in its purest form, in our pursuit of happiness-- after all the worms innocent urge to dine is why it rushes to its death when the topsoil is damp, and if one can call innocence, one should find the same innocence in the crows feeding on the worms. In the purest instinct is where we find the purest blamelessness.
From underneath the deck of the tired, weather worn house,
a kitten watched the crows feud, huddled close with its mother and
siblings. His young eyes darted quickly from side to side,
following his make-believe prey. If there was ever a specimen
of the most flawless innocence, the role belonged to this
particular kitten. All of the necessary elements were there--
youth, instinct,and simplicity all were plentiful within him.
At a young age, we are all quite impressionable. When one is born, our mind is only furnished with the purest of instinct.
We can think of our mind at a blank slate at this point-- everything that we experience from this point on will have a grave impact on our countenance-- but at this very point we may find wonder in things that stimulate our instincts such as food, play, and, in the case of animals, exercising the instincts that drive us. One may compound that youth is our most innocent stage, and as a result of that, it is the foundation for our future disposition, and possibly the most important aspect of our innocence.
Instinct can be found in the darker recesses of our mind-- however do not let the darkness fool you! It is within these dark recesses, that our innocence is most abundantly found, playfully wrestling with our instincts in a way similar to the crows described earlier. I say that our instincts are where our purest form of innocence is found, because they cause us to commit deeds which we can not give a true explanation for. If one were to ask another why they feel the need to find a mate and have children, a technically correct answer could not be given. There are no excuses for actions that our instincts drive us to do-- and there need not be any.
Finally, simplicity is a composite between the previous two elements. As I said, at a young age instincts are the only governing aspect over our actions, and this causes us to seek out the simplest of prizes. However, one must be careful with the virtue of simplicity--
it spoils quickly when exposed to civilized life.
But the kitten had something just a little more than these three virtues, as our most pure specimens often do. There was a twinkle in the eye as the kitten watched in wonder as the crows bickered. There was a beautiful countenance found on the face, imprinted from love of his mother and siblings and of a love of food and play. The kitten loved to eat, and often found himself hungry, as he did today, even after his mid day meal of his mothers milk. The poor kitten could not sleep with such hunger pangs, but it was that time of day again, and, after making sure everyone was napping, he slipped away towards the gate-- not before playfully pouncing at the crows, driving them towards the overcast sky in a frenzy.