||The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist
Wither Goes the Wind (a parable)
Once upon a time, in one of the mysterious lands of the far east, there lived an old wise man and his pupil, a boy of seventeen. The pupil had lived with the wise man since he was three and had been taught always to question, to think for himself. On many occasions he would come to the old man, and ask him some question that had been troubling him. Never had the old man failed to answer.
One day, however, as the boy was sitting at the door of the wise man's hut, enjoying a cool breeze, a question occured to him. "What happens to the wind?" He asked himself, "Where does it go after it passes me?"
Try as he would, he could think of no answer, so he went to ask the wise man. The old man was seated on the floor, in an attitude of deep thought.
Bowing low, the boy said, "Most Illustrious One, I have a question to most humbly ask you."
"Ask and you shall find, " answered the old man, solemnly.
"Where does the wind go?"
"Where does the wind go?" repeated the boy. "Where does it go when it has passed by us?"
The old man thought for a moment..."I do not know, but I shall find out."
Losing no time, he rushed with all possible speed to a lamasery high in the mountains, where lived the Great Wise One, wisest of all the wise men in the land. After being admitted, he went into the Room of Contemplation and bowed humbly. A moment later a gong rang out. The Great Wise One entered majestically.
"Ask!" He boomed.
The old man asked.
There was a long moment of silence. "I know not," answered the Great Wise One. "But I know where you can find out."
The old man was directed to an even older and more ysterious temple where the Greatest Wise One, most wise of all men, dwelled.
It took six months of incredible hardship from the old man to get there, but finally he did. He was admitted to a gorgeous throne room in the center of which sat, on a golden throne, the Greatest Wise One. The old man knelt at the foot of the throne and bowed his head.
"Ask!" commanded the Greatest Wise One.
Again the old man asked.
And hour went by as the old man knelt there. Finally the Greatest Wise One admitted, "I do not know. But I know where you can find out."
the old man was directed to a hidden mountain on the far side ofthe world where the Grat Budha, father of all, dwelled. He would surely know.
Three years elapsed before the old man, half-starved and nearly dead, arrived on the mountain top. It was the dead of night and lightening flashed frighteningly. Wind-lashed rain swept across the mountain, and thunder boomed deafeningly all about him.
The old man prostrated himself in terror as the Great Budha, father of all, strode out.
"ASK!!" he bellowed, in a voice like thunder.
The old man asked.
"I AM THE GREAT BUDHA!" replied the great Budha. "THE FATHER OF ALL! I KNOW ALL, I AM ALL, ALL WAS MADE BY ME AND NONE OTHER! NONE IS GREATER THAN ME!"
"I realize that," said the old man. "But what about my question?"
The Great Budha thought for a moment. "I COULDN'T CARE LESS, " he announced, and walked off.
The old man immediately went home and severely beat his pupil for asking such a stupid question.