Random post time again guys! I promise
it is not about politics or a PSA this time! ...No, really. It
actually has a chance to be mildly interesting to you guys! Sorta...
maybe... in a certain context...
ok fine it probably wont be, but I
think I will delude myself into thinking otherwise. Some of you may
or may not be wondering about my name and what the heck it means
and/or has to do with religion. If you are in the first category,
congratulations! This post is just for you guys! For those of you who
could care less.... Fine! Be that way! See if I care! *sniffs*
I am going to go ahead and answer that
second question first. My name and the name of this blog have nothing
to do with religion at all. Both of them mean exactly the same thing,
black fox. They are really only different for variety. Black fox is
simply a pseudo name I am fond of using for reasons I will get to. It
has absolutely nothing to do with religion, it is merely a default
user name. So, you may be asking, why the heck is my blog about
religion? Well, simply put, I wanted a consistent topic, and I can do
that most of the time with religion. In other words, I am too lazy to
think of an appropriate topic to fit the title or vice versa. Honesty
is fun!
Now why the name black fox at all?
Well the name comes from a story of old....
Once upon a time, a group of
huntsmen went out into the forest. They had been out there for hours
and had seen no game. The men were dejected and depressed. The master
of chase spoke out in anger. He yelled to the forest that his men
would give the devil himself the chase of his life. Then suddenly, a
black fox sprang out of its hole. Its eyes burned and its coat was
black as night. The huntsmen chased it over hills and dales, through
forests and valleys and eventually came to a river. The fox jumped
into the water and swam to the other side. The fox then let out a
laugh that shook the forest and he cried out to the huntsman that
should they ever be in need of game, he would always oblige their
call. The men looked on in horror as the fox took the form of a demon
and fled back to town. And right behind them ran the laughing black
fox.
This story is the
reason I use the name black fox. I have always loved the concept of
the one who appears and vanishes with the sole motivation of fun and
entertainment. I love the mentality and character of the black fox.
The name also has the advantage of fitting with a persona I am fond
of using. Because of this, the name has grown on me and become my
default whenever I require anonymity.
-BlackFox
P.S. If you want to hear an awesome musical version of the story, go here \/
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