I thought that this month I might share a sort of a parable with you. This story came to me recently as I labored through the personal travail of the past few months. It is as though there are those out across the country and around the world who wish for everything to stay as it has always been. These people seemingly resent the fact that other people have thoughts that run at a divergence to theirs. They seemingly cannot tolerate thinking
I thought that I would couch my words for this week’s visit with you in the framework of a short story about a poor little orphaned thought. Perhaps you have seen a similar little thought in your own lives. This one particular thought went unused, because no one felt compelled to use their brain and utilize that thought.
Once upon a time, there was a little Thought that found itself sitting under a nice shady tree, beside the most heavily traveled roadway in the kingdom of Fire Land. Like most poor little unused thoughts, this one was quite sad indeed. It knew that there was a reason for its existence, but no one seemed to care that the thought existed.
This poor little Thought decided that it was going to have to become proactive, if it was ever to be used. If people were not going to use the Thought unconsciously, then by golly, it was going to go out and find someone to think it. Little did it know how tough a job this was going to be.
The first person to stride boldly down the road was dressed in an elegant Navy blue suit, one that sported a whole host of gleaming medals and bright gold stripes. She looked quite elegant as she strode past the poor little Thought standing by the side of the road.
“Oh dear me,” cried the thought, “you look like a very important person. Won’t you please stop and think me?”
“How dare you address me, you dirty little thought,” screamed the haughty person. “Can’t you see how well I am dressed? Can’t you see that I know all there is to know? If you were really all that important, I would have thought you already. Now get away, can’t you see that I racing off to do something important.”
Sadly the little Thought turned and walked back to the pleasant shade of the tree next to the side of the road. After a short time, the little Thought saw another person coming toward him. I shall try again, thought the thought.
Stepping boldly from under the shade tree, the little Thought approached the man in a humble fashion. Oh kind sir, I am a poor little unused thought. Won’t you take the time to think me?
“Are you talking to me,” the man hurled back? “Who are you to talk to me? Can’t you see I have my mind all made up? Get away from me and don’t try to confuse me. For you see my mind is all made up you see, and don’t try to confuse me with a thought. I don’t have to think, because my mind is all made up.” And down the road strode the seemingly self-important man.
The Thought was once again sad. The Thought stepped sadly to the side of the road and sought the quiet solace of the shady tree. The Thought let a number people pass by before it got the courage to step back to center of the road to approach another passing person.
Oh kind sir, I am a poor little unused thought. Won’t you take the time to think me? I won’t hurt you.
The person was startled by the onset of a strange little Thought. The person paused and seemed to be on the verge of thinking the Thought. The little Thought became so excited at the thought of being used.
Then the person turned to the thought and said to him, “you are just too different. No one that I have ever met had a thought just like you. I am afraid that if I think you, that people will not like me. They will accuse me of rocking the boat of government.”