Analysis Of Parable Of The Sower

The Key to Survival In the novel, Parable of the Sower, by Octavia Butler, the powerful perk of being educated is constantly demonstrated as the story progresses. Not only does it allow you to know what to do, eat, build, drink, and collect, but it also allows one who has general knowledge to be protected as a valuable asset for those who are curious and need educated guidance. Butler makes this very evident in the case of Keith. Due to his knowledge of reading and writing, he is let alone at first by the gangs. Later he is fully accepted into one on the condition that he helps the gang members learn to read and write. Also, Lauren is described earlier in the book, as reading every possibly useful book that she can get her hands on. She does …show more content…
As I woke up, I felt a warm, humid breeze trying to smother my face. At first I thought it was just a little air ventilating through my room but then I remembered that it was winter back home and the air was almost always cold. Upon, realizing this, I opened my eyes cautiously and looked around. I was covered by lush soft golden grass, feeling too comfortable I rolled onto my back and stretched. Yawning, I slowly got and looked around. I was frozen in my tracks, for endless miles all I could see around myself was mellow hills with trees every now and then. I muttered out grunt thinking about how the hell I could have gotten here and where was I anyways? After a few minutes of pure confusion, I started to walk slowly towards the top of the closest hill; my rubber soled converse squeaking as they rubbed against the soft dried grass. When I got to the top, I scanned the horizon trying to conclude where I …show more content…
The instant I saw the endless rolling little hills, the tree top like trees and the distant giraffes, I knew where I was; Africa. Sitting back down trying to think what I should do, my asthma started to kick up. Frantically I tousled every single pocket on myself only to find that they were all empty. Remembering my doctor’s advice about this kind of scenario, I started to try to relax. Looking at my empty sweaty hands and focusing. My breathing started to get a little lighter. I started to think about what I should do but I couldn’t come up with anything. Remembering how I never paid attention in school or to my dad I started to cry, what was I doing here and most importantly how could I possibly get back home from such an uninhabited place like this. After an hour of feeling sorry for myself I heard a low but steady thumping. Starting to feel it in the ground I turned around and saw a herd of maybe fifty elephants, both big and small, stampeding towards me. I started to run as fast as I could towards the clump of trees and bushes to my right. My heart was beating loud enough to hear it when I got there, sweat dripping from my brow I turned around and watched the group