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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Wednesday, December 01, 2004

THE HEADY LIFE AND TIMES OF SEBASTIAN KENT MACDOUGALL:

One Man's Prosthetic Destiny:

Sebastian was a difficult child, requiring extra love and attention from his startled parents, who were surprised to discover that their beloved little handful possessed a rare, and previously unknown, birth-defect which resulted in his subsequent condition, that of being born without a head. While often difficult at first, with little support available for parents of headless offspring, it would seem that their foremost assumption was correct: as they readily observed that Sebastian benefited most from being given both the experiences and opportunities made possible to "normal" children.

He was a curious and eager youngster who, despite his disability, which prohibited him from directly experiencing speech, sight, scent and sound, continued to develop the many healthy interests and attributes. A painful incident upon his first day of pre-school, wherein he was initially excluded due to of the shocking appearance, or rather the physical absence, of his deformity, which clearly frightened and disturbed the other children, was quickly rectified by his inventive parents, who afterwards arranged for him to wear a convincing prosthesis.

Therefore, as he grew to be accepted by the peers who had originally shunned him, his parents were proud to report several markers of his continued progress: his higher-than-average grades, his numerous creative and artistic talents, as well as his remarkable musical ability. As he grew onwards into youth, he became a determined and independent thinker, developing a large circle of friends, who naturally appreciated him for his calm, courageous and dependable qualities, as well as his riotous sense of humour.

At every opportunity, Sebastian overcame adversity, while his talents as an athlete brought his meager secondary school some considerable fame, his efforts were continually rewarded with success; winning both the hearts and hymens of several adoring female classmates, all of whom similarly recounted their considerable joy at his natural abundance in that particular area.

Through perseverence and determination, Sebastian had consistently proven that he was the equal , and perhaps upon occasion, quite the superior, of any other man. His application to a prestigious law-school followed the completion of his university career, through which, his proven competence and perseverance had made him the elected Student Body President, for three consecutive terms, an event which granted him the highest recognition any post-secondary institution can bestow.

Soon afterwards, as a practicing legal professional, his staggering prowess as a prosecutor became something of common knowledge, upholding a virtually flawless record for several years. After which he consciously decided to turn his disembodied eye toward new challenges, which he believed to be found within the political arena. Once more, his efforts and determination, combined with his own natural talents, sensibility and concern, paved the course to his continued success and achievement.

However, in the waning years of his political career, even atop his unassailable pedastle, he was suddenly rocked by scandal, shame and humiliation, as the prosthesis he had worn all these long years, which had grown steadily toward dereliction, happened to finally collapse inwards upon itself during an international broadcast conviened by the United Nations, to discuss his solutions to world hunger, poverty and over-population. In a single voracious blast, Sebastian was laughed away from the podium, before a viewing audience of millions, many of whom he had helped to feed, clothe or otherwise employ. Therefore, defeated and disgraced, he retired into obscurity.

Years later, despised and dejected from a fickle world of intolerance and fear, which could not accept him, Sebastian lay dying, cold and homeless, beneath a pile of refuse in a dank, disgusting back-alley, where he realized suddenly the distressing error of his ways. He had used both his talents and ambitions to work ceaselessly for the greater good of all mankind, rather than adhering to the accepted, lackadaisical convention of blindly struggling through a mediocre life, which, he hastened to admit, might have gotten him further ahead.