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- WELCOME TO JURASSIC BARK
-
- THE BIRTH OF BRUCE
-
- Millions and billions of
- aeons ago, back before the
- dawn of known time there
- grew a primordial sapling
- named Bruce the Spruce. Life
- was simple back then.
- Trees lived an idyllic life,
- standing in the sun all
- day with nothing on their
- minds but where to drip
- their next drop of sap. As
- the decades passed and Bruce
- grew to adulthood he
- mastered all the intricacies
- of sap dripping. All the
- neighboring spruces
- admired his accuracy and
- volume. Nobody could drip
- like Bruce could.
-
- BRUCE'S SEARCH FOR MEANING
- But after a century or so of
- idle sap-dripping, Bruce the
- Spruce began to feel that
- something was missing. It
- was all so meaningless!
- Day after day, doing nothing
- but drip, drip, drip.
- Mind-numbingly dull day
- followed mind-numbingly dull
- day as Bruce the Spruce
- explored the inner
- recesses of his primordial
- tree soul in a search for
- meaning.
-
- BRUCE'S PHILOSOPHY
- He developed a consistent
- but warped tree-metaphysics.
- He worked out an
- apparantly valid
- tree-epistemology. But his
- real progress was in the
- realm of tree-phenomenology.
- He reasoned: "I know only
- what I sense. I sense only
- the sun, the wind, the rain,
- the sap I drip and the
- horrid little bugs
- crawling all over my bark. I
- enjoy the sun, the wind, and
- the rain, but the bugs annoy
- me. Quality in life lies
- in maximizing the
- enjoyment while minimizing
- the annoyances. Therefor I
- must dedicate my life to
- getting rid of those
- horrid little bugs."
-
- BRUCE'S PLAN
- Now Bruce the Spruce had a
- purpose. His life had
- meaning. He had a goal.
- But he was still just a tree
- with severely limited
- options. The only thing he
- was in control of was
- where to drip his sap.
- Still, you do what you can
- with what you have. Bruce
- had sap. So every time he
- felt a bug crawling on his
- bark, Bruce exuded a droplet
- and caught the bug in the
- sap.
-
- A BUG IN THE OINTMENT
- Life was sweet for a
- while. Every time Bruce felt
- a horrid little bug crawling
- on his bark he sapped it. He
- missed a few bugs but they
- amounted to almost nothing
- compared to the old days
- when his bark was crawling
- with them. Soon Bruce was
- basically bug-free but he
- was covered with sticky
- sap drops.
-
- BRUCE IN TORMENT
- And the sap itched worse
- than the bugs! Bruce the
- Spruce spent the next
- several years in agony and
- eventually became
- despondent. The only thing
- that kept him from
- committing suicide was the
- fact that trees can't kill
- themselves. He still
- sapped the occasional bug,
- but it was just an automatic
- reaction. There was no joy
- in it any more.
-
- BRUCE DISCOVERS GRAVITY
- Then one Thursday morning
- while Bruce was trying to
- sap a particularly elusive
- bug a big chunk of the
- old, dried sap lower on
- his trunk fell right off.
- What a relief! His bark
- could breathe again. He
- spent the rest of that day
- and most of Friday
- dripping droplets of new sap
- onto patches of old dried
- sap. Sometimes patches
- came off. Sometimes they
- didn't. Something was
- still wrong. Bruce paused
- a year in thought and then
- began to experiment.
-
- BRUCE DISCOVERS BIOCHEMISTRY
- Originally, Bruce the Spruce
- had thought sap was just
- sap. By and by Bruce
- discovered he had two
- kinds of sap -- a thick,
- oily, sweet, syrupy
- surface sap that oozed
- from his phloem and a
- thin, slimy, bitter watery
- sap that oozed out from deep
- inside his xylem. And the
- phloemic sap didn't stick to
- the xylemic sap. Bruce, with
- his limited world view never
- did figure out that it was a
- classic case of oil and
- water not mixing. But he did
- learn that the xylemic sap
- wouldn't stick to the
- phloemic sap and vice versa.
- After that it was easy for
- Bruce to make globs of sap
- that were big enough to drop
- off his bark.
-
- BRUCE GETS RELIGION
- Now Bruce had a philosophy
- of life and a life plan to
- implement it. He began to
- preach to the neighboring
- trees through the
- root-talk network. Soon
- the entire stand of spruce
- trees was busy trapping bugs
- in their sap. Nearby Mable
- the Maple was Bruce's
- first non-spruce convert.
- Her syrupy phloemic sap
- was exceptionally sticky and
- very effective in trapping
- bugs.
-
- BRUCE-ISM SPREADS
- The neighboring spruces took
- the message of Bruce-ism
- to their neighbors, and they
- to theirs. Soon trees all
- over the world were catching
- bugs in their sap. From
- the mountains to the
- plains the name of Bruce was
- revered by trees of all
- varieties. Within a few
- centuries every tree on
- earth was a Bruce-ist with a
- mission -- sap those bugs.
-
- THE DEATH OF BRUCE
- Then one day Bruce died. His
- bark rotted off and he was
- eaten by termites. But
- Bruce-ism, the great
- tree-religion he had founded
- lived on. Indeed, to this
- very day Bruce-ism is still
- being practiced in one form
- or another all over the
- world.
-
- The end.
- !
-