The Potential Parable
Life is like a boy throwing rocks into a lake.
On one shore of the lake there is a town called Passion and on the other Provision.
The boy was raised in Passion throwing rocks whose ripples lapped the shore.
As he grew he knew, instinctively, he had to move to Provision and as he threw his rocks they lapped its banks. But he always longed for home.
As long as the echos of the ripples at Provision would last he would go back to Passion. Then he would return.
As he grew his outrospection inspired him and his experiences strengthened him.
He began to throw larger and larger rocks higher and higher until they hit the middle of the lake – ripples racing to either shore.
Categories: Life's Vicissitudes action, artist, artsy, creativity, discipline, discomfort, motivation, passion, self awareness
This is from an MSN convo with my friend on the Potential Parable:
mm.. for some reason this is confusing
11:52
but i need more time to explain why it’s confusing
one thing that bugs me the most is: and any particular sentence, i don’t know where I am
11:54
am i in Passion this sentence.. or in provision
Here is an email response to the Potential Parable from “the Judge”
…until along came this Bunyanesque figure who picked up a stone, but his stone created a tsunami which sent both Provision and Passion downstream, so the people fled to a place called Desparation, but it was not too long before they intermarried and changed the name to Providence because the Provisionals learned passion and taught nutrition and the Passionates made good wine and sensuous company, even for the older guys!