Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Seventh Picture


They come to the oxherd's hut.  The oxherd lays his whip and tether at the door and falls into a deep sleep.  The ox goes further.  It walks into the very heart of the oxherd's home and falls asleep under the straw-thatched roof.  In its dreams it tells the oxherd, "I am here."

Still sleeping, the oxherd hears the words of the ox.  He feels the Idea deep within his being.
 

But when he wakes, the ox is gone.  The oxherd is not surprised, nor does he panic.  He knows, in fact, that he will never see the Idea again.  And this is the reason: what he once saw has now become his seeing.  It's like a pair of glasses: once you put them on, you don't see them anymore.


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1 comment:

David said...

I particularly love the density/destiny opposition. It resonates warmly. As does the whole series. This is very good, John. So good. And I hope readers will give themselves a little time with it.