Yes, it was a town. And yes, there was a castle above. and yes, in the castle sat a wizard. And yes, below, in the town, there were people mulling about.
Yes, yes, you may have heard the story before. but dear friend: there is so much to be learned from the difference between what we think we know and what we actually know.
Because even given the simplicity of the scenario, the people mulling about in the town were so sure of their surroundings and their way of life that they continuously missed the fact that a castle, with a wizard, loomed large above their town. it was an undisputed truth, yet it was an unaccounted for reality.
Much like our town, here, there was a wonderful aroma of bread freshly baked this morning. One wouldn’t think the story in the middle of the day, now would you? No, no, the sun rose over the hills and over the castle and its rays hit the windows and the rooftops as the wafts of freshly baking pastries and breads streamed into the homes. mothers made tea, fathers brushed their teeth, children rushed from their beds to the kitchen and the dogs stirred to be let out. Birds chirped for it was also their moment of rising. The bread was delicately placed in baskets and brown paper bags and awaited early purchase by the grandmothers and uncles and nephews and teachers and cafes. It was a welcome start to an appreciative town.
And in this town, where the local news focused more on the banning of the high-school football team’s mascot eagle from the neighbouring town’s stadium than on anything else, there was a quiet stir to this morning. In the clouds that frolicked in the sky, a sign of change was forming. Little did the people in this town recognize what this change was.
“I am spelling it out so clearly for them,” said the wizard to his pet turtle, “and yet no one recognizes the news. No one turns from their morning breakfast table, no one turns away from the television, and not one little boy or girl or dog or rabbit is bothering to turn their attention to the message above them so easily within reach.”
To which the turtle replied, “why would you expect any different?” Certainly, it would appear shocking to a closed mind that the turtle would speak. However, as will become evident on this journey, what seems to be reality and what becomes our reality means the concept of a talking turtle should be the least of the startling ideas that one finds in these pages.
The wizard, named Wisdom, sighed. He was resigned to agree with his turtle, aptly named Muse. The two had been together for a long, time, and Muse gave Wisdom the insightful rejections and acceptances that Wisdom needed to carry on in his duties as the wizard.
Now, sadly, it is not wise to assume that Wisdom knows all. It’s an easy mistake to make. And on this day, it is one that Wisdom indeed made. For down in the town, unbeknownst to him, sat a young boy at his family’s breakfast table, early nibbling away at his toast. His father had labourously cut the toast into circles for the boy this morning, without question. “Circles of toast, coming right up,” he had said to his son. It wasn’t rare for his son to surprise him with odd requests, and the physical shape of this morning’s breakfast was no different. And as he nibbled, this boy, who it should be mentioned was named Reisen, noticed a swift movement in the clouds. So swift, he wasn’t sure of what he had saw. He often stared off into the clouds in awe of their immense power to form incredible shapes and yet had such limited mass. Reisen was but only ten years old, and yet had an immense imagination. So immense that he was quickly able to recognize what he had seen.
“Dad!” he cried. “I just saw a message in the clouds!”
“Oh really,” his father debonairly replied. “I suspect it told you school has been cancelled this morning?”
“No, no, father. It was objects in action. I saw it. I saw a snail crossing a river on a raft made of the hair of a sloth.”