i am a painter who began my career as a child coloring outside the lines of my coloring books. i am a writer who started out by composing adventure stories while riding my stick horse around the backyard. as a child, i got in trouble for asking too many questions...i question that.
"the emperor's new clothes" by hans christian andersen
this fairy tale has been a companion to me as i have traveled through my life.
briefly, it is about an emperor who was deceived by two tailors who said they were making a set of clothing out of a "dream" fabric. in reality, they used no fabric at all. to make their scam complete, they announced that only those who were wise enough would be able to see the beautiful clothing. and so, no one, not even the emperor, admitted to being unable to see it.
wearing his new "clothing", the emperor paraded through his kingdom. no one questioned his appearance; no one wished to appear less than wise.
until a small child asked, "why is the emperor not wearing any clothes?"
so it is that i ask, if i question rather than believe i am wise, what will i see?
12 comments:
if you choose to
is not the earth in my hand, the earth in yours? if we are made of stardust, are we not made of earth?
is there such a thing as "my" stardust and "your" stardust?
or "my" earth and "yours"?
that's the paradox
sometimes I'm me
and
sometimes I'm we
sometimes it's all mine
and sometimes
nothing
is
is "i" ever separate from "we"?
it's not ours to know
paradox
uh huh
well, "uh huh" might be a step up from "duh...".
or a step down
maybe it's just a horizontal move.
im getting dizzy
around and around and around it goes; where it stops, nobody knows....
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