The Truth

June 4, 2008 at 3:01 pm Leave a comment

The Truth

It is said that long ago there was an emperor of The People who became obsessed with beauty.  Some say it was the intricate fascinations of the palace gardens, or of those portions of the sea or countryside he was allowed to view.  Others would have it that a vision of beauty descended upon him somehow, or that it was a servant girl, which somehow seems most likely.  He was fifteen, after all.

The emperor searched the land high and low, using other people whenever possible (naturally, being an emperor).  He searched wide and broad, too; I almost forgot that.  Finally, a servant fearfully arrived.  In his hand was a rose bloom of incredible beauty.  Its fragrance filled the room.  All save one was hypnotized by it at first glance.  “Nice flower,” the emperor said.  “What good is it?”

The servant stared at him for a long moment.  “Look,” he said finally.  “I went to incredible lengths to get this rose blossom.  I crossed a sea that had never been crossed before in the history of Man; my crew died along the way twice–just getting there.  I caught some disease that made all the fingers of my left hand drop off.  And that’s just to start the list.  Everyone that has seen it has tried to take it from me.  I destroyed a nation to keep it, and to come to you.”
“Yeah, fine, get on with it.  What good is the stupid flower?”  The king was almost screaming with anger.

The servant sighed, and took off the turban that showed he was a servant.  “First of all, it’s the blossom from a rose bush, not a flower, and it’s incredibly beautiful.  That’s what you said you wanted, remember? beauty.  I marveled at its beauty through all the thousands of miles I carried it.  But now I understand its true use, and yours; to teach the beauty of freedom.”

So he cut the emperor’s head off.  The other people of the country joined him in celebrating their newfound freedom, and in admiring the rose blossom.

Soon, though, they realized they didn’t know exactly what to do without the old emperor.  So they went to the servant who had found the rose, and who had cut off the emperor’s head.  “What shall we do next?” they asked him.

“Do what you’ve always done.  I’m just a servant.”

So, after killing him, they went back to doing what they’d always done.

Generally when things seem to have improved the most they’ve changed the least, and it can be very fatal to improve things.  If someone is promising great improvements, it’s time to run, but I’ll cover that in another blog entry.

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