|12 Jun 2013 @ 20:44, by Max Sandor|
Some time ago a friend of mine decided to visit the people in the valley. He was living on top of a mountain, well above the clouds, there where only snow covers the ground and one cannot see but white and grey except on the rare days when there are no clouds neither on the top of the mountain nor over the valleys below.
More than halfway down the mountain he found a man resting on the ground, Breathless and exhausted was this man, because he had climbed up nearly half of the mountain before getting tired by the thin air, and now he was running down towards the valley so fast that he had fallen to the ground and had to catch some air.
"Greetings, my friend, can I help you?" my friend asked the tired man. "Respect, more respect, you Earthling", the man responded arrogantly. "Don't you know I am a master? Don't you know I ascended the mountain and enjoyed all the wonderful views up there? Respect!"
"OK, OK" said my friend. "I myself I am on my way to the valley after getting tired of living over the clouds for so long and wanting to see some green meadows and colorful flowers again. Maybe we can descend together?"
"Rubbish" said the arrogant master, "you are not worthy to be at my side. I am the Seer of the Mountain. Worship me or get out of my way!" And with these words he resumed his hasty descend towards the valley.
My friend continued to walk alone down the mountain, now enjoying the first patches of grass and the first flowers at the slope of the mountain, the air less thin than before and the sun not hiding behind the clouds anymore.
Nearly arriving in the valley he saw a large assembly of people gathered around a young man who was sitting up on a little ridge perched at the mountain slope. He had a peaceful and happy smile on his face and was talking about all the wonderful views he was enjoying from where he was.
My friend became curious and asked one of the many admirers of the young man: "Why don't you climb a bit higher you too, and enjoy the views by yourself instead of listening to someone talking about it?"
"You ignorant fool" was the answer. "You have to be born to be able to do that, don't you know?"
My friend was puzzled. "If you know the way towards the top, if you know how to secure yourself when you ascend and if you further have some kind of a compass for not losing your way once you reach the cloud layers, anyone can climb up there and much, much higher than the fellow you admire. Young or old, bright or not so bright, anyone can...."
"Shut up, you crazy guy! You have no idea what you're talking about. We all here a blessed to have this great living master talking to us about what he sees up there!" And the people around tried to hush up my friend as it was not deemed to be polite to speak in the presence of the master perched on a cliff at the hillside.
"OK, OK" said my friend, "but someone should tell this master that he is sitting in a dangerous spot. He cannot move further up from there and if he tries to come down he may easily fall. And that indeed he has to step down if he wants to take the path that leads to the top of the mountain, because from there where he is hanging on to the rocks, there is no way to climb up further!"
But since everybody was busy listening and admiring the one who was sitting on the cliff, nobody had any time left to be asking themselves if maybe they too could climb up to where they could with their own eyes.
My friend continued his way and soon arrived in the white city down at the slope of the mountain where he enjoyed some happy days until he finally returned to his home at the top of the mountain, over the clouds, there where the sun is always shining...