Nothing is real
Nothing is real
The venerable old master, Joshua was taking his usual dawn walk and strolling past the old Council chambers where those lovely old heritage buildings from the last century have been preserved, he stopped to admire the architecture. Two council workers, wearing the now familiar fluorescent-orange shirts that all manual workers wear as both a uniform of their chores and for the safety of being noticed, were hoisting the dual flags that we put on public buildings to separate and appease both sides of our community. Mind you, if we continue to do this it will not be long before we have one for every one of the different ethnic origins of our people not one representative flag that unities us all. It should keep a lot of council workers busy putting them up and pulling them down.
Blue, the big redheaded worker was doing some thinking, as council workers do, whilst his mate was running up the flag. When the chore was complete he burst forth his deep contemplation with due eloquence.
“What de ya think, Tommo, the wind moves ‘round and makes it look like them flags are moving but it’s just the wind playing tricks with me eyes.”
“No way” explains Tommo “Them flags is movin’ ‘cause the wind is blowing ‘em”.
“Then how come both flags don’t move the same?” shot back Blue. Tommo deliberated. “How’s about we ask that old bloke, he looks as though he knows a thing or two.”
Since they could not agree they decided that Joshua should be their resident expert so they asked him for his opinion.
“The real movement is neither the wind nor the flag but something within your own minds. If you could not agree that you saw the same thing, how many images would a 1000 people see? The only thing that is real is that which concerns the working of our own minds”.