A Devine Tragedy, Abnegation, Anxiety, Arrogance, automatons, beings, bowels, brothers, Brothers of Personnel, Capitulation, Captain, chariots, Cloistered, Corona, corsairs, Craps, creative man, Creativity, dark of night, Dice, doom, dungeons, Education, equines, Ever Onward, Failure, Frederich Nietzsche, Gluttony, Human bodies, labor, loathing, lust, Machinations, Mail Call, Mankind, measuring devices, Mess hall, Microcomputers, misery, money changers, Money Lenders, Mortared Walls, Nepotism, Originality, Overman, Panoptics, Passion, Perseverance, Personnel, Petier Bruegel the Elder, Pharisees, Phenomena, Poker, Pride, Priest of Personnel, repeated spasms, revelry, searching, Secret Society, seeking, Self Respect, Shylocks, sisters, sloth, smoke, Snake Eyes, spouses, sweat, tax collectors, tears, the body, The Horses, the mind, the seducer, The Seven Somambulists, The State, Time Clocks, Toil, tools, triumph, trumpets, truth, underman, vengeance, vipers, walking wounded, wisdom, Wrath, Zombie
Will and Wisdom
A young man traveling with the exodus became separated from his family. He followed their footprints in the earth until a sandstorm obliterated them forever. The young man had no path to follow and no people to set the example. He was lost but continued to have hope.
On the sixth day of his wanderings he came to an insurmountable cliff. He sat there, beaten, while the sun disappeared behind a large dune. As the purple-red twilight turned to darkness his concern turned to fear. Alone, except for the stars of The Rubaiyat, he prayed for Fate to give him the strength to surmount the cliff.
Suddenly, from nowhere, a flame appeared. From within this flame a voice spoke. “Physical strength you have my son. Tho, with each hour of darkness, your mental strength weakens.”
The young man prayed all night for the mental will and wisdom to reach the top of the cliff.
In the light of the early morning hours the young man searched back and forth along the base of the endless precipice. As the light became brighter he noticed a small niche that rose all the way to the cliff-top. His gaunt body would fit into this niche. He forced himself into the niche of this palisade and slowly moved upward. First his arms, then his chest, then his legs. Inch by inch with perseverance and patience he worked his way upward.
Upon reaching the top he found recent footprints of his lost people and rejoined them.
They became his disciples.
End of parable
Tomorrow: “On Lamentations”