21 May 2011

The Emperor's New Clothes

I'm in the middle of a task that, I fear, is but a fool's errand.

I suspect – no, I know – that others think so, too.  They're keeping mum about it, though, not amongst themselves necessarily but toward the one who is setting the task. 

They believe – and perhaps they are right – that such studied silence is a mark of equanimity, forbearance, dutifulness and deference, the fruit of good Zen training, an indicator of insight and wisdom, a sign of respect.

I don't know.

"Shut up, kid," I hear the crowd say, "the emperor's new clothes are exactly what he ordered."

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