Many years ago, as I walked along the Path, I stumbled over some truth. I was happy to see it, though not surprised, for it was what I was searching for.
I picked it up, put it in my pocket, and walked along, whistling a happy tune.
Now, many years later, and miles down the road, I pulled the truth back out, to admire it once again.
Upon my examination, I was surprised to find that the truth had lost its meaning. It no longer made sense, or had significance.
I considered tossing the truth aside, but instead, I sighed, shrugged my shoulders, and redeposited the truth into my pocket. After all, I reasoned, if it was true once, it must still be true today. And even if not, maybe it will be true again.
So with truth confidently in my pocket, I carried on, whistling a happy tune.
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Hmmmmmm?
WHAT TRUTH lost its meaning, made no sense, and ESPECIALLY had no significance?
Why did you THEN put it back in your pocket?
You’re a very good writer. Just wanting to know the rest of the story.
Diane
I’ve been casually following your stuff, man
Really like the “What if?” series . . . hope you share some further reflections in that direction
What if truth always stays in my pocket?
Just playing . . . keep up the good work!
Damn. I guess the rest of us can stop looking then.
man all I have in my pockets is my wallet and some nail clippers, maybe a little lint. lucky.
Maybe I should have begun this post with the comment:
“Then Jeremy Myers wrote this parable on his blog…”
I know I’m not a master parable teacher like Jesus was, but let me give you this hint…I am not the main character in this parable.