More weeks went by. He made no progress whatsoever on his proposal. Didn’t even think about it.

When time came to return to the elders, he hurriedly threw something together thinking it would suffice.

He made his way out of the forest, past the fountain in the village square and to the elders who were waiting for him.

When he was finished, the elders basically kicked him out for insulting them with such a half-assed proposition and for wasting their time.

On his way back into the forest, he stopped at the village in the square.

He put up a sign warning that at such and such a time on such and such a day a great dragon would emerge from the fountain and destroy the entire village.

He retreated into the forest and there he stayed for weeks and weeks.

Meanwhile, word spread around all over the land about the dragon who, by then, most everyone was expecting to emerge from the fountain at such and such a time on such and such a day and destroy the entire village.

The student began to regret what he had done.

He procrastinated until the very last day - the day the dragon was due to emerge from the fountain.

He made his way out of the forest but as he approached the village, he found it difficult to get to the square as there were so many people surrounding the village with more and more arriving in a steady stream.

Instantly a fever came over him. Gripped by it, sweating, breathing heavily, he ran madly towards the fountain.

He fought his way through the crowd, up to the foot of the fountain where he stood up and, shouting for attention over the din of the crowd, admitted his guilt and begged for forgiveness.

At that very moment, in a moment of silence as the crowd hushed and gave him their complete attention, a great and powerful dragon emerged from the fountain and destroyed the entire village.

More than this, a judgment act of any kind implies the who, what, where and when, especially where rage or revenge are more empirical in the real than the imagined. Within the act of either rage or revenge [always only one] there reaches in somehow this weakness, a desert, and oddly a great distance from the true appetite. If apparently the good they never choose, such as the imprudent, claiming no hand in any other assessment or outcome, the decision is commonly of not choosing at all. Such a go of wants is only a trick, as one always has two choices : to choose or not to choose. Between them, each are leading the case where what is taken is one’s own staying away from the choice, also an act of the weak.

Another explanation for this weakness is that the facts are worth esteem. Being formulated into judgment, one without the means holds relationships as victims. Seeking and deciding are doling all-things-considered because the subset stages are practical - the same as rage against revenge. No decision or opinion, this indulgence is the company of murderers.

Broken down, to believe in the act as a judgment implies reasoning, however, the mission brings the ordinary rather than the better or best. Revenge naturally will lead as the strength of revenge fulfills the desires, sees endless examples before it, and so enumerates the appetite in lieu of authentic and hard-earned satisfaction.

To boot, flinching, the victim seeks then similar decisions to climb out from under the rage of the revenge taken upon them. Again, believing and choosing in only the weak way.

Many of these moments feel within reason, toward a possible opinion to out-weak considerations of another’s will. One course : in friends. Such systems result in only temporarily undoing views based on locating something akin to feeling, a problem illusion that leads to more of the same rather than a solution or reprieve. Under opposed questions, with plastic belief, knowledge works against us and merely imitates the aligned while deeply some conflict denies the view, hiding any clear conceptual framework to behave according to the kind of consistent rationale that can track a solution.

This does a lot, in unquantifiable ways, to help us be open to each other. We’re all so open to other people because of it and post our opinions to further bring our disparate cultures together and not further invoke the incendiary flame wars that push us further and further down the road to oblivion at the cost of artificially inflating our imaginary worth.

Now, we read the books, watch the films, listen to the music that inspires and makes us think, “Gee, that person is a good person, an interesting and thoughtful person, someone i wish to be like” and become transformed immediately, given to pity for our former selves! Yes! In a moment, in a breath, we breathe new life into our otherwise cement-laden personalities that were once made leaden by lack of vision, adept at being only big-picture-latest-spin-dropping-bully-suit-wearing-intimidation-spewing-imitations of real, living, breathing people who completely overlook the tiny tiny things that everything pivots on.

At last, we are aware that we’re no better off, no better off at all, than anyone else! All of those feelings of earned superiority and the vapid energies of false confidence powered by one surrogate or another have faded away to true connectedness. What a miracle this age is!

As we continue to soar above our new found ground, it rises to meet us each day as we drink this water that we didn’t even know we knew we prayed for. Suddenly, we’ve let it wash over us and colors are more vivid, the flight of birds has once again interest for us, and the fools we suffer with a smile and with an open heart as if they were speaking in a tricky secret language that is presented to us to decode. What a transformation this world has seen!

Without all this technology in a culture eager to report all the happenings in the world, logging how very cool and smart we all indeed are, what would we have become? We would have left the crucial, yet small, details of our days like wrappers and cans beside the road of time, lost forever like “tears in the rain” while absorbing only the big, histrionic occasions that were perpetually leaving us empty and striving for that next hit, the next buzz of something akin to life, to excitement, through spending or building some such story out of all the wrong motivations! To travel to tell, to buy and sell these memories like such drivel of a culture that we would otherwise abandon, too, if we weren’t actually living it : sadly, it’s not possible to fix the car while driving it.

Thankfully, no more! Now we have the tools to live these moments in earnest, not only for the sake of having the stories to tell, to validate our knowingly small world views, but to experience them with the open minds and hearts of children in the same playful and whimsical way that we used to only dream of.
Thank the gods for that!