Beauty and the Beast: The Moral of the Story

The tale of Beauty and the Beast is clearly one of a man who needed love, and a woman who had love to give. The original tale goes thus:

A merchant traveled and left his daughters at home. When he was leaving, he asked them he should bring for them from his trip. His three older daughters (if I remember correctly) asked for riches and what not: one, Belle, asked him for a rose. Simple.

On his at back home, a storm caught him, and he had an accident (or something like that). He woke up in a lovely house, completely devoid of any humans: but ye always had food to eat, there was always a fire for warmth, and all his needs were taken care of (but he never saw anybody, and he wasn't afraid!).

When he was leaving, he saw a beautiful rose garden, and remembered his daughter's request. And that was how yawa gassed. A huge, scary monster descended on him, asking him why he stole his rose when he took care of him. The poor old man said it was for his daughter. So the beast said he can go, but his daughter must come and live with him as his prisoner. And so it happened.

And we all know how the story goes: Belle came to live with the beast, and grew to like him, and he, her: but she started to miss her father, so the beast had to let her go. As she left, Beast fell sick. When she came back and saw him sick, she professed undying love for him, and he, her, and he turned into a man! Then he told her that he was a prince, proud and arrogant, and he offended a witch, who cursed him and his household with inhuman forms, until he found someone to love who loved him in return.

Tales such as these were used to explain to children what could happen to them if they insisted on being rude, selfish, proud, disrespectful, and arrogant. In essence, that Prince was made to look like the person he was: a beast! But love forgives all things and heals all things, and love changed him. So children needed to understand that, to be loved, they had to love, or they will be, well, beast-like. 

As for the father who gave up his daughter to save his own skin, we have no words. Speechless, we are.

And people like to make noise about this story being a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome. People, just chill and enjoy the story! Nobody died, nobody was beaten, or starved, or hurt, and of greater importance: IT IS FICTION! Must we over think everything? 

It's like saying Jesus dying for and loving the people who despised and killed Him, means there was something wrong for Him. No, nothing was wrong with Him. He didn't have Stockholm Syndrome. He simply loved, and did what He needed to do for those He loved. He had love to give.

Just as Belle loved because she had love to give. The story could have been different, you know. Everybody could have died. Would that be a better story? Hm?

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