Roads and immovable objects

An immovable object. And the unstoppable force. How their clash is inevitable. Sometimes I think the best among us, in their self destructive ways, do not realize the inevitability of the roads they choose. Always thinking that they picked so freely and uniquely the road they travel. Not seeing from afar that there is no ultimate road that does not eventually lead them along the path they were destined.

I wish then to tell you this: you destroy because it is your path, and everyone’s path, to find the object they at last cannot destroy. To this your responses are many. You say so many among you are mere body parts, when they can potentially be such fantastic wholes. But No! You misunderstand. That body part is exactly what they could not move. No matter the strength and endurance they mustered, at last they found an object which was indeed immovable. Some are born too beautiful. They miss the sunset because the ocean momentarily bears their reflection, too radiant too look away. The too knowledgeable cannot support such a heavy brain, with limbs left frail from disuse. They think these are gifts. And others hold them in esteem for such serendipitous innate advantages. But they are not. They can shackle a man as much as elevate him.

I also believe there are several manners in which man approaches such an object. For when a man is cultivated, not in the real sense but in the shallow sense of his individual time, he holds onto the rather pathetic belief that if he does not push upon this new object with all his might, well then he never really tried and so even if he cannot push it with whatever force he just displayed, it was not really his mightiest and so, if he wanted, he could probably push it, at another time, at his behest. Other pathetic men would find some advantage to be made from portraying the illusion that they pushed this object. Knowing full well before they even began there was no possibility of pushing such an object. But of course after their fantastic (although knowingly false) display in which they were made for everyone to seem strong beyond fathom, they began themselves to nurture the possibility that if they wanted to, though they have no desire to really try, they could move this object. And even others beyond that, they would spend their whole lives following men and institutions that claimed to know how to move such an object. And in their distant histories perhaps these institutions and lineages of men had records of such unique moments when previously, and relative to their time, such objects of unmovable myth were somehow moved. Hoping and striving in life to achieve the proper rank at which point they too which have the ability to move this object. Though the rank which they attain is always one below the one at which that ability is realized, they hold fervent in their hearts the conviction that if only they attained the proper post, they too would be able to move this object.

So what then is an honest man to do. What does he do? Well perhaps at one point or another as he saunters upon the roads that are his destiny, he comes upon such an object. From which, might I add, he may easily have walked away. That is another option which I have forgotten to mention. Many men indeed do not even have eyes for such objects. But as I suggested before in regards to shackles, even eyes for a great many things may ironically make an individual more narrow in what he can see. So there he is, standing before this object. And an undeniable urge to test himself against this object erupts. He pushes against it with all his might. Feeling with every increase of his own effort that the object increases its force as well. He does not allow the lack of movement to discourage him, for it was never the object he was interested in moving. Instead he wished for the object to push against him, but knowing that it was not an object which could on its own push, he had to lead it. And this man, being a whole and not a single body part, exhausted each and every body part, until he lay there in a state of rather agonizing defeat. Since he had devoted himself in every facet he was capable, he had no capacity left to do anything at all. And as the sun began to beat down on him, he realized he was unable to move and that perhaps soon he would melt away into the earth. Quite exhausted he lay there slowly drifting into a warm slumber until at once a passerby approached him. This individual inquired as to the man’s fortune and upon learning of his struggles with the immovable object, the individual spoke thus, “Ah so it seems you were unable to move this object. And after all your unsuccessful efforts to move it, you are now unable to move yourself. But now here I appear, an individual like yourself, who cannot move this object but fortunately enough, can move you!”. And after such a strange little speech this individual picks up the exhausted and overheated man and carries him to the nearby town for refreshments and rest.