26.January.18


Alice wondered, “How can one be sure that the paths following a drink or an eat are the right ones? How can I know I am following as I should when the land seems so dark and foreboding?”

Thoughts broken by an unseen creature’s outgrabe, Alice insisted the identity of the unknown.

“I am you, of course. Do not you recognize your own voice?”

“How can you be me if I am here and you are…somewhere…else?” Alice asked a bit shaken and unsure.

“I am wherever you are because I am you. Senses are not sensible, you see, for a sense is not reality.”

“Well, I suppose that makes sense…erm..I mean…”

“I know exactly what you mean; it is one of the advantages of being you. You had a question in need of an answer, no?”

“Yes, yes I did. Sometimes the path I walk seems dark and I do not know how to return to the light path–the right path.”

“Well, dearest Alice, you already know the answer. Your problem is that you are asking the wrong question. You see, even when you only see dark, others see you in the light–and how can that not be right?”

“But, how do others see me in the light when I am standing in its absence?”

“Alice, that which worries you is what?”

“Not knowing. I want to know.”

“How did you get where you are right now?”

“You mean where I am standing?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there was this rabbit hole, you see–”

“And you entered this rabbit hole.”

“Well, more like *fell*.”

“So, would you say you chose to enter the rabbit hole?”

“Well, no, not really. I mean, there was this rabbit and I was curious–”

“So, you were following the rabbit. Did you ask the rabbit if it was hopping down a right or wrong path before you followed it?”

“Well, no.”

“Then, why did you follow it if you were not sure down what kind of path it was leading you?”

“Well, I…was curious…and I wanted to see where it was going in such a hurry.”

“So, you went down a path under uncertain terms because you *wanted* what was down that path.”

“Yes. I wanted to know more about the white rabbit.”

“And, following that white rabbit has eventually led you here, to this darkness.”

“Well, I did not think it would lead me here.”

“Ah, but Alice, no one can predict where a path will lead and to think any path will stay the same shade forever–”

“Yes, you are right.”

“Neither can we retrodict which choices led us to our current state, Alice, for there are countless lines passing through any point.”

“So, then, I guess, there is no way of knowing if one is on the right path?”

“Alice, what is the right path?”

“I do not know!”

“Do you ever feel that your search for an answer to determining the right path is somewhat of a Sisyphean task?”

“Absolutely!”

“Perhaps you should ask a different question, then.”

“I am tired of asking questions; so many seem unanswerable. I just want to find my way out of this darkness.”

“How will you do that?”

“I suppose I will just keep walking.”

“That sounds like a wisest of ideas, Miss Alice.”

“But, remember, Alice, when you find yourself surrounded by drab lands of drabbing, you are not on the wrong path: you are enlightening the unlit–for it is those who question their righteousness who have the least reason for worry.”

“Thank you, unseen friend, for your time and wisdom.”

“Not so unseen, dearest Alice. You can always find me in the looking glass.” ; )

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