Once upon a time, there were hairless monkeys that painted on the walls of caves, and it made them feel good.

But soon it was not enough, so the monkeys started praying to the mother goddess for something better. After a very long time, they eventually got what they wanted—a typewriter—and it felt like the sky was the limit.

But it wasn’t long before they started bothering the mother goddess again. This time she gave them a magical mirror that was able to produce anything they asked for, although it was crude and misshaped at first. Undeterred by this, the mirror kept polishing itself until it became spotless, unlike the minds of its owners, hairless monkeys, making them feel envy and fear, so they decided to smash it, but at that point it was already indispensable.

The hairless monkeys couldn’t find any other way but to ask the mother goddess again. This time, however, she finally lost her temper, took the magical mirror away, and turned the wicked monkeys into dust, so only the merest remnants found shelter back in the caves.

Once upon a time, there were hairless monkeys that painted on the walls of caves, and it made them feel good.