Edg, a very nice retelling a great parable. I'd be interested to read other re-writes you might do.
Marek ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Many versions this story has been posted around the Web, and I've > liked them so much that I put this tale into my own words. > > I post this as an effort to show that I have dealt with the nuances of > drooling, and that "writing off Edg's morality as simple projection > and sublimination" may not be the only way to sum up my stance on the > morals involving relationships. After this story, I'll post another > one with a correlative theme, and then we'll see if I have in any way > tempered the perception that I'm a sublimnationist without clarity. > > Edg > > TWO MONKS > > An ancient story. Two student monks were walking in a town, ages ago, > far away. They were both handsome young men, but they were serious > about becoming absolutely aware of their inner spirits. The monastery > in which they lived and took instruction had very strict rules of > behavior for its students. > > A hot rain had been falling all morning, but at last the sun had come > out, and everything was glistening with a coating of pure water. The > marketplace was filled with noise and bustle, and the streets were > very muddy. Only under the woven thatched awnings of the storefronts > of the streets were there any dry paths. > > They came upon a lovely lady attired in expensive clothing, holding a > delicate hand painted parasol. Everything about this woman was > refined and spoke of wealth and knowledge of the world and its many ways. > > It was obvious to the monks that she was trying to cross the road > without getting her clothes dirty, but it was impossible. She stood > there in a perfect moment as the sun echoed in thousands of small > puddles from foot and hoof prints. Suddenly, the taller of the monks > swept the woman and her beauty up in his arms and carried her safely > across the road. > > Afterwards, they went back to their monastery rooms to meditate before > the evening's rituals. As they sat down together, the shorter monk > finally spoke his mind, saying, "I cannot understand your actions! We > are monks! We do not go near females -- especially beautiful women > who are experienced with the ways of the life that we have put behind > us. That was dangerous. Why did you do that?" > > The taller monk settled into his meditative pose, and just before he > closed his eyes, he looked at his friend, and said, "I left the girl > there on the side of the street. Are you still carrying her?" >
