Once upon a time there was a man in an Ivory Tower. The tower was so high; no one could reach it. He fortified his tower with a million pens… A pen is a gun you know that. He bought thousands upon thousands of pieces of paper upon which he could write, and he covered each and every piece of paper with his writing.
He wrote for the left, he wrote for the right. He wrote for the North and South. He wrote for the East and West. And there is nothing he didn’t write about.
He wrote to the King who was very busy. He wrote to the Queen, who was also very busy. He wrote to the Prince and Princess, but, alas, they were very busy as well. He wrote to everyone in the realm, but again, they were too busy.
He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to make them laugh, but nobody was listening. He wanted to get paid for the writing he created so he could be protected from the cruel world and stay in his ivory tower.
One day, he had no more money and the big bad landlord took away his ivory tower and everything he had. He took away everything he wrote too. The wicked landlord tried to steal all the writing, but before he could steal it, someone else threw it away… He worked all his life and had nothing to show for it, nothing to call his own. He had nothing, period. He didn’t know what to do, and he had no place to live. The ivory tower was the only home he ever knew. He was homeless.
He tried to tell the people who he was and what had happened to him, but everyone thought he was crazy. No one would listen, and when you’re poor, no one does. They think only people who have money have something to say. He was mightily discouraged. “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?” He asked himself, “It seems no one cares… It was hard to believe that no one cared… But that was the truth, no one does.” When he was living in his ivory tower, he thought that people might care, but his worst fears were confirmed. He was right. People didn’t care. It was hard to believe, but it was true. People only care about themselves, nobody else. That’s honesty he thought.
So he decided to find other truths about life that other people could understand. How hard could it be? It was very hard. The homeless man was by himself, and he found another truth about life he already knew… That everybody was alone too. The people still wouldn’t listen, but he felt better about it because he remembered that no one cared… That gave him peace of mind.
Action must take place. After years of languishing in his private hell of cowardice, He stood up and said, “Where am I, where do I fit? Put two feet on the ground he said, and to walk forward, a glance backward every so often; but going forward regardless of thought, he will find his goal. And what is his goal?
He wrote for the left, he wrote for the right. He wrote for the North and South. He wrote for the East and West. And there is nothing he didn’t write about.
He wrote to the King who was very busy. He wrote to the Queen, who was also very busy. He wrote to the Prince and Princess, but, alas, they were very busy as well. He wrote to everyone in the realm, but again, they were too busy.
He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to make them laugh, but nobody was listening. He wanted to get paid for the writing he created so he could be protected from the cruel world and stay in his ivory tower.
One day, he had no more money and the big bad landlord took away his ivory tower and everything he had. He took away everything he wrote too. The wicked landlord tried to steal all the writing, but before he could steal it, someone else threw it away… He worked all his life and had nothing to show for it, nothing to call his own. He had nothing, period. He didn’t know what to do, and he had no place to live. The ivory tower was the only home he ever knew. He was homeless.
He tried to tell the people who he was and what had happened to him, but everyone thought he was crazy. No one would listen, and when you’re poor, no one does. They think only people who have money have something to say. He was mightily discouraged. “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?” He asked himself, “It seems no one cares… It was hard to believe that no one cared… But that was the truth, no one does.” When he was living in his ivory tower, he thought that people might care, but his worst fears were confirmed. He was right. People didn’t care. It was hard to believe, but it was true. People only care about themselves, nobody else. That’s honesty he thought.
So he decided to find other truths about life that other people could understand. How hard could it be? It was very hard. The homeless man was by himself, and he found another truth about life he already knew… That everybody was alone too. The people still wouldn’t listen, but he felt better about it because he remembered that no one cared… That gave him peace of mind.
Action must take place. After years of languishing in his private hell of cowardice, He stood up and said, “Where am I, where do I fit? Put two feet on the ground he said, and to walk forward, a glance backward every so often; but going forward regardless of thought, he will find his goal. And what is his goal?
