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?
6 comments:
Do you think that an answer would like to be found?
I think we find them because we have learned the way they get hidden.
I'd love to take a bunch of answers from where the answers are.
do you think the answer regards itself as the answer?
It's like saying that we regard ourselves as people while we cannot even regards to the other one being people...would that apply for answers too?
isn't that interesting....
what kind of answers are we as people?
The answer of being a mistery involved with an own new world?
so is the answer....
we are the question....?
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