Ah. Good day. I see I now have your undivided attention, and that it has taken some time to do so. You're probably anxious to learn more about me. That, I'm afraid, I won't be able to do for you. That will be someone else's story.
For you, today, I have a different story, one about a man named Marty. Marty lived hundreds of years ago. He had a story, too, one he didn't know what to do with. For some time he had attempted to tell it, but no one listened to him. Even those who humored him ignored him. Marty became despondent. He gave up. History forgot him. I remember him.
That's it. That's the story. Is it an allegory? Assuredly. If you have been following along to this point, it should be obvious enough. I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you, it's just that there are some stories that require this sort of subterfuge, for they contain dangerous truths. You would think that truth that stands to edify cannot be dangerous, but a truth that truly edifies is truly dangerous, and thus is subject to the worst burial possible. Even if it is widely distributed it will never be understood, and that is the worst fate of a story imaginable, even one that continues to be spread, because it continues to be ignored. A story is not a story merely to amuse. If it is, then it is worthless. And a story misunderstood is a wasted story indeed.
So, I bid you good day, again. I promise, if you stick with this story, you will not have wasted your time.