I posted this story on Zuckerberg’s 401K (FB) last year. My apologies if you have read it before.
It will be posted here as a series – – – one piece at a time.
Otherwise you would not finish reading it.
No one likes a long post on a blog.
Well – – – – – – you may still have the same thoughts.
But I warranty (no guarantees are offered here) when you get to the end you will ask yourself;
“What the hell was that all about?”
And then some of the story will return.
It is like the old song “Is That All There Is To A Fire?”
This story is difficult to explain. It is like a fire.
We all know what a fire is but could you explain it to someone who has never experienced fire?
So – – – I can not explain the story. You will just have to read the posts.
I will blather no more. Here we go!
THE LOST THOUGHT
It was rather gloomy when I met him; one of those drizzly days that, at times, seemed to subside into a mist. I had been walking along a small brook looking for fresh leeks and morel mushrooms.
He was sitting under a tall white pine tree. His cloths were a mixture of browns and greens. These colors plus the mist and fog almost made him invisible.
I was already past him when he said “Hello.”
It was a soft “Hello.” The softness plus the mild tone did not cause me alarm. This feeling of ease occurred even though I expected to see no one in this dark remote forest.
“Hello” I echoed. I hoped it was as pleasant as his hello.
I continued on with “What are you doing out here in the rain?”
“I don’t know” he responded.
This was followed up by him offering “Maybe the same thing as you are.”
I asked him “Have you found any morels or leeks?”
“No. I am not looking for morels and leeks. Is that what you are doing?” he answered with a question. He spoke in a mild and non threatening manner.
“Yes, I am” said I. “But, then, what are you looking for?”
“A thought” he responded. “I am looking for a lost thought.”
Wishing to be empathetic I said “Yes, I know the feeling. When I need a new insight about a problem I often go into the woods and sit on the biggest log I can find. New ideas come to me.”
“No.” he said sadly. “I am not looking for a new thought. I am looking for a lost thought.”
My remark must have been harsh instead of empathetic. The man under the tree broke into tears.