Parabol

I name my writings after songs, hence the spelling mistake...

One morning after a big breakfast, a man came across another man guarding a door.
The guard said, “On the other side of this door you will feel pure happiness, total bliss. But, there is a price. Once you enter you can never return.”
The man doesn’t trust him. “So in return for my life you will grant me ‘pure happiness’, total bliss?”
To which the guard replies “Yes.”
The man feeling rather full, asked, “How can you guarantee I will feel ‘pure happiness’?”
“I can only promise.”
“Well that’s rather optimistic. How sure are you?”
“One hundred percent.”
“Well, why aren’t you in there?”
“I am the guard, well, not a guard, but a ‘fetcher of people’. I am promised pure happiness when I enter too.”
“So you’re selling me this ‘pure happiness’ because it was sold to you? You don’t even know!”
“Well, yes.”
“And you’re guarding the door? Why can’t I just walk in? Why are you offering it to me if I'm allowed to enter at will?”
“It’s my job. I want you to know about it so you can achieve pure happiness.”
“But a well placed sign could do your job.”
“That may well be so, but would you care to enter?”
“You like going in circles don’t you?”
To which the man did not reply, only to smile and offer the door to him.
He decides to enter and when he does, discovers only a toilet. He feels like a fool, and kind of ticked off, falling victim to an evil scheme. Now the man will most likely die of hunger in the small room. But, a few hours later he did feel pure happiness.

The moral of this story: happiness is different for everyone.




This story all starts back in the days of cavemen and women. Due to the ever-increasing size of their brains, humans grew smarter. However, it opened up whole other cave holes. So, in actual fact they became dumber. For example, they wondered about how they got to be living on the earth? Why they feel pain? And so on. Smart questions to ask, but none of the caveman could answer them. They were all stumped.
“What do we wish to do with the short time we have in our caves?” was deemed the most important question and in need of the most answering. The eldest cavemen, who were only 16 years old, two trees in the native measurement, held a meeting and decided that the strongest warrior would seek out the oldest caveman. He was 18 years old, almost 3 trees in the native measurement. They decided that Steve the Warrior, Ddg in the native tongue, was to go to the highest peak in search of Mark the Great Elder, Befg in the native tongue.
“He might know the answer!” they cheered.
His quest was to begin immediately, mainly because he was coming of age and they needed him back as soon as possible. Preferably a week before Trish the Cook, Phum in the native tongue, began her bleeding.
So Steve the Warrior set out early on a warm and sunny day. Trish the Cook cried as Steve waved goodbye to his small community of cavemen. They drew great cave drawings of his adventure to come. And some even pondered the answers they might hear on his return.
As it turns out, Steve the Warrior was stalked and killed by a lion 22 minutes after he left the cave. Trish the Cook and the other cavemen never saw Steve again.

The moral of this story: curiosity got Steve killed.