The Parable About Dao and the Enlightened I-Don'T-Care-Man

Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
And the wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, burst out crying and ran off.
A lesson: Don't come into the woods, if you’re scared of merde.

Once, a wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- No, I'll eat you! – the wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and ate it.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil but the evil tastes kind of weird.

Once, a wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- I don’t care, - the wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and kicked the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde out of the path.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil again but where does that stink come from?

Once, a wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
The wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, continued on his way in silence.
And the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde burst out crying, ran off the woods and ever-never came back because merde loves talking to wise men.
A lesson: Thinking of the meaning of life, don’t condescend to talk to merde.


* Herein, the French word “merde” is used for censorship reasons.

Translation from Russian of a well-known parable by an anonymous author, which concerns the principles of on-line discussion. Hoping, soupers like it)
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Lindley Avatar
July 9, 2019 at 6:48 AM
In valley of echoes a hero heard. Loud wailing of a sad,sad monstrous herd. Sat down to laugh, enjoy sun and bright sky. For it's pleadings his heart chose to deny. Herd in disgust went on another way. Moral, herd wailings simply do not pay. I enjoyed your fine piece..
Ravidas Avatar
July 10, 2019 at 6:00 PM
Thank you very much, Robert. I enjoyed your perfect comment)
Blown Avatar
July 8, 2019 at 5:53 PM
right written writ...hmmm....anyway... many streams can flow across a plain... problem is sometimes it floods...lol
Ravidas Avatar
July 9, 2019 at 5:31 AM
Yeah)
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