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?
2 comments:
i would not cut down the tree if i were an ax. i would just lie down and try to be happy looking up at the tree and breathing the oxygen it gives me.
seeing the tree in its beauty could bring happiness to the ax. your words bring a lovely image to mind.
what if the ax were to find within itself a way to be the ax and still create beauty with the tree?
for example, could the ax learn to gently trim away any diseased parts of the tree?
could the ax learn about the quality of its own edge as it helps the tree grow stronger?
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