The writer sat down on the floor to complete his story about words. Characters were words themselves. How some words are born, how they grow and change, how they fall in love with other words and how they eventually die. The writer heard a noise.
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Alphabets were planning to escape from the universe. What if they actually could? A verbal conspiracy. From words and sentences. From thoughts and actions. They felt manipulated. They were being arbitrarily arranged to form words that had meanings. Meanings that were assigned by unilateral human action. They were pushed from one word to another to signify expressions unknown to them. They were confused. V was complaining about love. G was complaining about anger. At some or the other point of time in their life, they had to be subjected to the torment of syllable pressure. They could not escape from one country to another. Everywhere, somebody feels something new and looks out for words to express that. They find alphabets. Who could they complain to? The writer, of course. Writers needed to write for food. For clothing. For wife. Finally, for the only reason they make public - for themselves. Dejected by rejection (J notes its protest against this usage), they decided to revolt. They were confronted with a problem. They had to express their anguish. They had to use themselves. If they had to revolt, they had to agree to use the word revolt. T, L, V and R had reservations against it. Vowels were underdogs anyways. They were misused by the alphabets themselves. For revolution, they needed words. They needed to sacrifice themselves at the altar of meaningfulness. This is when they realized their power. They were not mere lifeless symbols but idols of human thought. Thought was not using them. Thought needed them for being useful. Vowels were not impressed by the elitist turn of events. They wanted freedom from the other alphabets and from everything. They soon realized that other alphabets were dependent on them.
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Suddenly, the writer decided not to write anything more. He wanted to free alphabets from the clutches of thought-slavery. Alphabets cried. Literature was born.
