The Little Monk

Spanky wondered aloud “ how can people be so clueless,” it was an age old question, one pondered by generations long before Spanky came on the scene and, one Spanky generously acknowledged he was not the original thinker of, still Spanky questioned, why do people need to believe the unbelievable and the indefensible. How is it he thought, that people can spit on empirical evidence and call it opinion, again he spoke for all the creatures in the wood to hear, “how can people not see what is front of their face?”

A little chipmunk nose wiggled out from under a bright green leaf, then eyes and mouth became visible and with one seemingly impossible jump, she was on the stump across from the pondering figure of Spanky. “The answer is easy and it is not easy” she twitted in a sharp chippy voice. Spanky was not surprised at all by this talking chipmunk, he just lifted his head and gave her the same rapt attention he would with anyone who addressed him. He asked with excitement and humility, “please tell me more Ms. Chipmunk if you will.” The little monk smiled back at Spanky, and after turning around three times, found her spot and sat down.

“People are like all of creation, they are frightened by the seeming chaos inherent in the unknown, so like the Blue Bird they scurry about building an ever tightening nest around themselves for protection.” Spanky now deeply in his listening mode, nodded and smiled as the little monk took a breath before continuing. “Unlike the Blue Bird, people use things like greed, distrust and fear to build their nest of protection, what they end up with is not a nest at all, what they end up with is a wall and what a wall it is.”

Spanky sat quietly his eyes were half closed listening to the little monk share her wisdom, From time to time he’d nod as he felt her words fill him to the brim, each nod would make a little more space within Spanky’s brain for another crumb of knowledge. Spanky was content and happy that this little monk would take time out of her busy life to share with him what she knew. Spanky thought to himself as the little monk took a breath, oh how lucky I am to hear such as this.

The little monk read Spanky’s thoughts and ceased talking, she looked at him quizzically, hoping he would notice her questioning gaze and answer for himself. Spanky didn’t disappoint the little monk, he saw the question her scrunched up nose and wide eyes were meant to convey and took a deep breath preparing himself to answer.

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