2012-08-17, 12:50 PM
The man who seeked the truth
There was this man who seeked the truth.
Many wisemen told him that the truth was a bright light that could shine into the deeps of ignorance.
The man looked for this light, and when he didn't find it he just todl to himself: "This light doesn't exist".
It was almost midnight, when this man went to the well in his backyard to get some water, and the bottom of his well he saw the bright of a huge circle.
"It's the truth" - he thought - "it exist and I have it right here in my house".
Proud of himself, he went to the streets yelling that he had the truth brighting in the deep of his well. Many made fun of him, and he just treated them with contempt.
They are just like I was -he thought-,
They don't believe in the truth because they haven't found it.
Other didn't even believe in him.
Skeptics - he said-.
Only a few listened to him, and some of them told him that they had the truth in their well too.
This ones slightly irritated him.
At first instance he thought they were naives that thought they had the truth but they couldn't have it for sure; nonetheless after checking in the houses of some of his friends, he realized they had the same light and they were at least as brightest as his.
There are many truths -he sentenced-. Each one has its own bright and they all radiate their own bright.
One night, visiting his well just to let the truth illuminate his face, he looked down the well and he couldn't find that bright circle.
He couldn't understand why, but the wind was blowing so hard that night taht the agitated water couldn't reflect the moonlight and even so the moon was brighting radiant up in the sky.
He thought the truth abandoned him and he felt sad and hopeless.
But then he look right up in the sky with his tearful eyes... and he saw it.
Then he understood. The light in his well didn't came from the inside. His light and all the other lights came from above, in the firmament, brighting for each well with the same intensity.
Reflects that illuminate.
-This is how we evolve our relationship with the truth.
We start by believeing it doesn't exist.
Then before or after we discover a bit of it and we fall in love with our discover. We feel superiors and gifted, carriers of the only truth, unique and unquestionable.
With the time we are forced to accept there are others that had their truth; and after attempting to disqualifying them without succes, we include them in our list of the "chosen".
Finally, we realize that the truth isn't something you can't posses. We realize it's something that you can access only to its warm reflect and this isn't even permanent.
Then we found the place of humbleness between those who know that don't know and they are willing to learn-
There was this man who seeked the truth.
Many wisemen told him that the truth was a bright light that could shine into the deeps of ignorance.
The man looked for this light, and when he didn't find it he just todl to himself: "This light doesn't exist".
It was almost midnight, when this man went to the well in his backyard to get some water, and the bottom of his well he saw the bright of a huge circle.
"It's the truth" - he thought - "it exist and I have it right here in my house".
Proud of himself, he went to the streets yelling that he had the truth brighting in the deep of his well. Many made fun of him, and he just treated them with contempt.
They are just like I was -he thought-,
They don't believe in the truth because they haven't found it.
Other didn't even believe in him.
Skeptics - he said-.
Only a few listened to him, and some of them told him that they had the truth in their well too.
This ones slightly irritated him.
At first instance he thought they were naives that thought they had the truth but they couldn't have it for sure; nonetheless after checking in the houses of some of his friends, he realized they had the same light and they were at least as brightest as his.
There are many truths -he sentenced-. Each one has its own bright and they all radiate their own bright.
One night, visiting his well just to let the truth illuminate his face, he looked down the well and he couldn't find that bright circle.
He couldn't understand why, but the wind was blowing so hard that night taht the agitated water couldn't reflect the moonlight and even so the moon was brighting radiant up in the sky.
He thought the truth abandoned him and he felt sad and hopeless.
But then he look right up in the sky with his tearful eyes... and he saw it.
Then he understood. The light in his well didn't came from the inside. His light and all the other lights came from above, in the firmament, brighting for each well with the same intensity.
Reflects that illuminate.
-This is how we evolve our relationship with the truth.
We start by believeing it doesn't exist.
Then before or after we discover a bit of it and we fall in love with our discover. We feel superiors and gifted, carriers of the only truth, unique and unquestionable.
With the time we are forced to accept there are others that had their truth; and after attempting to disqualifying them without succes, we include them in our list of the "chosen".
Finally, we realize that the truth isn't something you can't posses. We realize it's something that you can access only to its warm reflect and this isn't even permanent.
Then we found the place of humbleness between those who know that don't know and they are willing to learn-