The Purple Switch
In the recesses of our tiny heads there are a million rabbits flipping millions of switches. Each switch sends an impulse to the master rabbit who, in turn, flips one of seven larger switches that are located in his big bubble-dome control centre. Each of these switches is a different colour. Red, blue, green, yellow, white, black, and purple. These master switches send electronic impulses to different parts of your body, telling you what to do next.
Since the beginning of time, these seven primary switches have allowed the rabbit masters to perform their tasks. Each colour represents a specific body function or psychological domain. Red, for example, controls the emotional responses, while blue controls the subconscious. Of the seven switches, the rabbit masters commonly use five of them (red, blue, green, yellow, and white). It’s a very rare thing for the black switch to be used. Even rarer is the purple switch. The purple one has never been used, so no one’s quite sure what that one does.
The black and white switches are the most interesting of all the switches. The white switch controls the good you, while the black switch controls the evil you. Unlike the other switches, which allow the rabbit masters to activate specific functions themselves, the black and white switches serve the rabbit masters like communication conduits. When a rabbit master flips the white switch a message is sent to the internal representation of the good you. Unlike the internal representation of the evil you, the rabbit masters allow your good side free rein throughout your body because they’re extremely helpful and often promote stability and goodwill. So when the white switch is thrown, the rabbit masters are just alerting your better half about something, not unlike a telephone call.
The black switch, on the other hand, operates more like a massive electronic pulse. Your inner evil is actually locked in a tiny little cage deep within your body. It can’t escape from this cage, but it does have the ability to communicate with those working around it.
From time to time, it will convince some of your lesser rabbits to stage a revolt or do something to anger the rabbit master. When this happens the rabbit master flips the black switch, which shocks your evil quite severely. The strange thing about your evil self is that of all the things it convinces those lesser rabbits to do on its behalf, the most common is to coerce them into flipping the purple switch. This presents a very profound dilemma seeing that no one knows what the purple switch is for.
There are many rabbit masters that believe the purple switch has something to do with the ninety percent of your brain that is never used. Others contend that it’s the death switch. One thing is for certain though: since the dawn of time, rule number one has always been “no matter what happens, the purple switch must remain in the ‘up’ position.� The rabbit masters obey. Since the beginning of time, no purple switch has ever been thrown. And no one ever talks about it, either. No one, that is, except for your evil self.
Since man first crawled out of the ocean and stood upright, your evil has always been locked in a cage and your good has always been allowed to run around as free as a bird. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that they dislike each other. Quite the opposite. When your good isn’t busy putting on motivational seminars for your little rabbits it can usually be found talking to your evil. They usually get along quite well. This most likely stems from the fact that they understand each other. Without one the other wouldn’t exist. Without the good and evil selves the rabbits would just go about their work and that would be that. But someone decided it would be a riot to put those two extra little guys in there.
Most rabbit masters know that the good and the evil talk incessantly about the purple switch. What perplexes them is why they’re always talking about it. Many rabbit masters wonder why one needs good and evil in the first place. Things would be much easier if both simply disappeared. It’s not uncommon for rabbit masters to be suspicious.
The rules say that no one is allowed to enter the bubble-dome except for other rabbits, so they’re obviously not planning an assault on the bubble-dome. Unless, that is, the good and the evil don’t follow the rules.
Maybe your good self is the one telling your lesser rabbits to listen to your evil one. Maybe they both know that one is above suspicion and the other will always be viewed as guilty. But there’s a possibility that they’ve been working together all this time. Which brings us back to the purple switch again. It is a complete mystery to everyone except whoever came up with the rules in the first place. But that just poses another problem altogether because no one knows who or what that is.
Your evil and your good selves know about the rules. They may have even read them once or twice. But that doesn’t mean they believe in any of them. For all anyone knows they could be convinced that the rabbits wrote the rules and use them to keep things static. The rabbit masters, on the other hand, have never questioned the rules. The rules are unchangeable. If the rules say that the purple switch is not to be thrown, then they will never allow it to be thrown. It doesn’t matter that it interests your good and your evil so much. The rabbit masters know very well that they can’t do anything about it themselves. No one’s allowed in the bubble-dome except rabbits. That’s the rule.
So for your whole life this endless dance continues deep within your body. The rabbits throw all those switches, which send messages to the rabbit masters. They, in turn, throw the master switches that determine your actions. And amongst all of that your good and your evil conduct themselves accordingly. It will continue on as such until you have passed on.
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