The Missing Piece

The longer I associate with Man, the more I wonder, is it his natural condition to always, “almost have it”?

A man was once told that, “Happiness is just a state of mind.”  He cut his eyes to the right for a moment, then went into an absolute rage, screaming.  “Damn, don’t tell me that!”

A Man once heard a tale regarding a “magic tapestry,” which, if one could make and possess, would “reveal all.”  The Man spent the better part of the next twenty-two years roaming the earth, collecting the many various pieces to construct his magic cloth, but after all of his efforts, a small corner piece remained missing.  After much brooding over this final incompletion someone pointed out that he was the same shape as the missing piece.

A scientist involved with exotic experimentation concluded that particles hurling away from one another at unbelievably fast speeds were still somehow engaged in instant communication.  He was hailed and accepted.  Then a color blind CPA in Peoria discovered a similar situation regarding what the human mind accepts and rejects, but no one could accept his findings.

I once heard a place where the powers-that-be had secretly placed a man in charge of periodically confronting the leaders, asking them to respond to questions and charges he said had been made, but which the powers themselves had given him.  This may strike you as odd, but that area grew and flourished.

J.