Month: November 2021

"WHY"

AN ALLEGORY

I leaned from the low-hung crescent moon and grasping the west pointing horn of it, looked down.  Against the other horn reclined, motionless, a Shining One who turned to look at me.  Below me the hills and valleys were thick with humanity, and the moon swung low that I might see what they did.

"Who are they?" I asked the Shining One, for I was unafraid.  And the Shining One answered, "They are the Sons and Daughters of the Universe."

I looked again, and saw that they beat and trampled each other.  Sometimes they seemed not to know that the fellow creature they pushed from their path fell under their feet.  But sometimes they looked as they fell and kicked them brutally.

And I asked the Shining One, "Are they all the Sons and Daughters of the Universe?"

And the Shining One said, "All."

As I leaned and watched them, it grew clear to me that each was frantically seeking something, and that it was because they sought what they sought with such singleness of purpose that they were so inhuman to all who hindered them.

And I asked the Shining One, "What do they seek?"

And the Shining One answered, "Happiness."

"Are they all seeking Happiness?"

"All."

"Have any of them found it?"

"None of those have found it."

"Do they ever think they have found it?"

"Sometimes they think they have found it."

My eyes filled with tears, for at that moment I caught a glimpse of a woman with a babe against her breast, and I saw the babe torn from her and the woman cast into a deep pit by a man with his eyes fixed on a shining lump that he believed to be (or perchance to contain, I know not) Happiness.

And I turned to the Shining One, my eyes blinded.

"Will they ever find it?"

And He said, "They all will find it."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

"Those who are trampled?"

"Those who are trampled."

"Those who trample?

"Those who trample."

I looked again, for a long time at what they were doing on the hills and in the valleys, and again my eyes went blind with tears, and I sobbed out to the Shining One, "Is it God's will, or the work of the Devil, that men seek Happiness?"

"It is the Will of the Universe."

"But it looks so like the work of the Devil!"

The Shining One smiled inscrutably.

"It does look like the work of the Devil, doesn't it?"

When I had looked a little longer, I cried out, protesting:  "Why have they been put down there to seek Happiness and to cause each other such immeasurable misery?"

Again the Shining One smiled inscrutably and said, "They are learning."

"What are they learning?"

"They are learning Life.  And they are learning Love."

I said nothing.  One man in the herd below held me breathless, fascinated.  He walked proudly, and others ran and laid the bound, struggling bodies of living men before him that he might tread upon them and never touch foot to earth.  But suddenly a whirlwind seized him and tore his purple from him and set him down, naked among strangers.  And they fell upon him and maltreated him sorely.

I clapped my hands.

"Good!  Good!" I cried, exultantly.  "He got what he deserved."

Then I looked up and saw again the inscrutable smile of the Shining One.

And the Shining One spoke quietly. "They all get what they deserve."

"And no worse?"

"And no worse."

"And no better?"

"How can there be any better?  They each deserve what ever shall teach them the true way to Happiness."

I fell silent.

And still the people went on seeking, and trampling each other in their eagerness to find. And I perceived what I had not fully grasped before, that the Whirlwind caught them up from time to time and set them down elsewhere to continue the Search.

And I asked the Shining One, "Does the Whirlwind always set them down again on these hills and in these valleys?"

And the Shining One answered, "Not always on these hills or in these valleys."

"Where then?"

"Look above you."

And I looked up.  Above me stretched the Milky Way and gleamed the stars.

And I breathed, "Oh," and fell silent, awed by what was given to me to comprehend.

Below me they still trampled each other.

And I asked the Shining One, "But no matter where the Whirlwind sets them down, they go on seeking Happiness?"

"They go on seeking Happiness."

"And the Whirlwind makes no mistakes?"

"The Whirlwind makes no mistakes."

"It puts them sooner or later, where they will get what they deserve?"

"It puts them sooner or later, where they will get what they deserve."

Then the load crushing my hear lightened, and I found I could look at the brutal cruelties that went on below me with pity for the cruel.  And the longer I looked the stronger my compassion grew.

And I said to the Shining One:

"They act like men goaded."

"They are goaded."

"What goads them?"

"The name of the goad is Desire."

Then, when I had looked out a little longer, I cried out passionately: "Desire is an evil thing."

But the face of the Shining One grew stern and his voice rang out, dismaying me.

"Desire is not an evil thing."

I trembled and thought withdrew itself into the innermost chamber of my heart, until at last I said:  "It is Desire that nerves men to learn the lessons the Universe has set."

"It is Desire that nerves them."

"The lessons of Life and Love?"

"The lessons of Life and Love."

Then I could no longer see that they were cruel.  I could only see that they were learning. I watched them with deep love and compassion, as one by one the whirlwind carried them out of sight.

 -Anonymous-