The Story of the Monkey

I will tell you the story of a monkey who was shut inside a small room in a castle tower. Nothing was happening in the room, and the monkey was restless.
The monkey could only divert himself by going to the window and looking out at the world. this distracted him for a while, but then he started to think about his situation. How did he end up in this tower? Why had he been captured and put there? The monkey's mood began to darken. There was nothing to do, no one to talk to. His thoughts made him more and more depressed. The room seemed to close in; the monkey started to sweat anxiously. No, he suddenly realise, i'm not in a room, im in HELL. Quickly his depression grew into anguish and anguish into torment. The monkey saw demons all around inflicting every imaginable pain.

The monkey saw no way out. But gradually the monkey got used to his torment. How much time had elapsed? The monkey couldnt remember. But he began to feel better about his surroundings. It wasnt such a bad room, not really. In fact, it was rather pleasant to be by oneself looking out the window at all the fascinating things going on outside

Bit by bit the demons stopped torturing the monkey and withdrew. He began to feel better, and soon the day came when he was feeling optimistic. The monkey grew more cheerful and then he starts to feel bettter and better, until he imagines himself in Paradise, and instead of being punished by demons he is being soothe by angels. Ah. the monkey thinks, I am in ETERNAL BLISS.

And so it never ends.