One Guy Stayed

There is no question about it:
When things get bad enough –
you gotta talk about it. 
(Unless you’re a Revolutionist,
or some other kinda nut.)

A semi-famous fellow who often stood outside the City’s religious institutions offering up his brand of cosmic insight, one day proclaimed, “The burden of belief is upon you, the followers; the mountain snows do not the subsequent streams ponder,” and one little guy in the crowd asked his neighbor, “I don’t get it, what does he mean?” and the other guy replied, “I don’t think you really wanna know.”

One guy who went to visit – STAYED.

Yeah, and another thing:

If you DON’T tell other people
anything about yourself
you can’t use it against you later.

J.