Mikey in Travisland: Chapter 5-Travis the Philosopher

Chapter 5-Travis the Philosopher
(picture: Travis the Philosopher)

Continuing down the road less travelled, Mikey came to the University of Travisland. Inquiry brought him to Travis the Philosopher, father of Emperor Travis the Kind by Queen May the Joyous, and founder of the University of Travisland.
Travis the Philosopher had resigned the kingdom his father Travis the Wise Man of the Mountain had first resigned to him to his son Emperor Travis the Kind who united all the realms into one Empire of Travisland.
Travis the Philosopher was intrigued by Stranger Mikey. There was nothing in any philosophy known to Travis the Philosopher which could explain the existence of a Mikey in Travisland. Neither Plato, nor Aristotle had conceived this. Immanuel Kant could not explain it with Transcendentalism. Romanticists like Thoreau and Edgar Allen Poe could not write about something as strange as this.
Travis the Philosopher speaks, “To be, or not to be, that is the question. For what strange creature struts across this stage I call life?” Mikey replied, “I am Mikey from West Virginia, Mountain Mama. I accidentally entered Travisland from which I wish to make my egress.” Travis the Philosopher asked, “Why would anyone wish to egress from Travisland? There is no explanation in my philosophy books out of hand. This idea of leaving is so romantically grand, surreptitiously canned, transcendentally fanned, as ephemeral as sand.”
“Does the art of poetry run throughout your family?” asked Mikey. Travis the Philosopher stated, “It does indeed. It grew from a seed till it spread like a hoary steed.” Mikey retorted under his breath, “More like an awful tweed.”
Travis the Philosopher asked, “Say what?” Mikey said, “Nothing, Sir. Do you know how to leave Travisland so I can go home to West Virginia, Mountain Mama?” Travis the Philosopher said, “I have done research on my computer on this. I find nothing on this source of your amiss. No one in Travisland would want to leave it, so no philosopher has contemplated it. Perhaps my father Travis the Wise Man of the Mountain would know. Follow that road, every time it splits go left.”
Mikey continues down the road less travelled.