whatareyouthinking

You have heard of a goose that laid golden eggs. She produced one golden egg each day. So far, so good.

However, some townspeople heard of this phenomenon and said, “This has potential. Let us discover precisely what enables this goose to produce these golden eggs! We will develop a formula to give to the rest of the geese—so they too will lay golden eggs for us!”

So the townspeople grabbed hold of the goose, studied the goose, analyzed the goose, and even dissected the goose. Sure enough, they killed the goose. (Although some other geese destroyed themselves after hearing the preliminary results of the study. They perished while trying to emulate and then outperform the first goose. They were hoping to lay platinum eggs.)

The townspeople failed to enjoy the beauty and mystery of this marvelous goose, enjoying its gold in due time. Instead, they analyzed the poor goose to death!

For Every New Find You Find, You’ll Find
What Fascinates and Captivates The Mind
Though For Every New Theory That’s Defined
Another Piece of the Mind’s Eye Has Gone Blind

Set your psyches to seeker mode
Pick a path or follow a friendly road
Flood of feeding facts fill your mind overflowed
Batting your brains with the banter bestowed

Stop for suggestion or a sense of direction
Merge right minds to mines of hyper reflection
Go for the power of the shower of suggestion
Yield to information superhighway congestion

Learn, though don’t dwell
On the knowledge that’s fleeting
For a day, we may find, again as well
We were treating with bleeding
A disease, who can tell
If the books we’ll be reading
Will be obsoleting
The facts we’re competing
for now?

If the timeless is tested by the test of time;
And music’s still measured with rhythm and rhyme;
The good of the Old and New judged at their Prime;
Then the Test, the Measure, and Judge were all part of the Climb!

Sly statements sliding some slippery slopes
Sharp shooters shouting from the ends of their ropes
Easy-believing-fact-repeating-friction-feeding mopes
Citing sources like swords, sliced to small-scale scopes 

Stop incensing seekers seeking silence from squalls
Merge minds to mend the mess that’s made of mortal flaws
Go for the peace that ceases a concern for the cause
Yield to what makes for peace, and don’t wait for applause

Learn, though don’t dwell
On the knowledge that’s fleeting
For a day, we may find, again as well
We were treating with bleeding
A disease, who can tell
If the books we’ll be reading
Will be obsoleting
The facts we’re competing
for now?

If the timeless is tested by the test of time;
And music’s still measured with rhythm and rhyme;
The good of the Old and New judged at their Prime;
Then the Test, the Measure, and Judge were all part of the Climb!

© 2005 [Sunday February 6 @ 7:00 AM] by J. “Xakk” Marshall