What does a tree mean?

Parabel zum Thema Philosophie

von  PandaOfLove

What does a tree mean?



As Quinn is making the return to his village that is called Abdera, he came across a forked path and began rubbing his eyes in disbelief. There he found a woman trying to climb up the sign post that shows the direction to Abdera. He stood still for a brief moment and asked the woman: „Why hello there. My name is Quinn. If you dont mind me asking, why are you trying to climb up the sign post?“. The woman stopped her attempt to climb the sign post and answered in a perfectly sane manner: „My name is Meloria. The sign says it is Abdera. I am trying to get home.“.
By the time she answered Quinn recognized her as a true citizen of Abdera. „So“ started Quinn and followed „is it still far away?“. The women laughed „Of course it´s not. It´s right there!“ pointing at the sign. Quinn then proceeded: „And how many villagers do you count?“. Meloria wrinkled her forehead and concluded: “Silly me. I dont mean to be rude, but i have to take my leave now“. And therefore she walked to the directed path.

Arriving home Quinn stored his traveling gear and made his way to buy groceries. On his way he came across a merchant who stopped him: „Excuse me good sir. My name is Felix. May i interest you in my goods?“ he asked. Quinn couldn´t see him carry bags or anything really that would be up for sale: „May i ask what you are selling, merchant?“. The merchant grinned and answered: „Money! I sell money! It is a great concept. Isn´t it what you want?“. Quinn smiled: „And what do i do with your money?“. „Well“ the merchant elaborated „You can measure your wealth then, as inches measure length and gramms measure weight.“. Quinn who thought about his next question carefuly then asked: „And what if i owned nothing but your money?“. There the merchant found himself victorious and boasted: „Then, my fellow Abderian you would have everything!“. Quinn then concluded: “I would have everything, as i would have a meal by owning the menu being on a lonely island. Is it that, what i want?“.

Quinn needed a mirror for his corridor. Otherwise how would he know if there is chocolate smeared around his mouth, he mocked himself. He went to the 2nd hand shop and bought a mirror that was advertised as a magic mirror. „Silly salesman“ Quinn thought to himself and happily bought the magic mirror. Once he hanged the mirror in the corridor, he explained to the mirror: „If you dont mind good sir, i will retreat to my living room now.“ playing that little piece for himself. So he proceeded to his living room, when he got struck by a chill across his back. As he looked back he found his image not leaving the mirror. Quinn walked back and placed himself in front of the mirror which showed his image without mirroring his movements. After a few moments of hesitation Quinn finally asked: „Is this real or am i just talking to myself?“. His image took a breath and replied: „Aren´t you talking to yourself a lot anyways? Isn´t that real to you, too?“.
Quinn turned grey and fought his way back to his senses: “But that is me talking to myself, unlike you, who is somebody else!“. The image replied calmly: „You cant speak to yourself as you can´t feel your fingertip with the very same fingertip or as you can´t bite your own teeth with the very same teeth.“. Quinn thought for a moment: „Are you trying to tell me, that it is not me who is talking to me as a voice in my head?“. The image in the mirror put on a mild smile: „Does a puppet really talk to the puppeteer? The puppet will agree and disagree, mock and compliment the puppeteer, as if it was real. But is it? Who is that voice, that “I“ you refer to, if not a puppet you created? Wouldn´t it tell you, that you have deserved more recognation, more love. Or maybe even the opposite, that you deserved to be treated more badly, if that is how you interpret social life? That voice, those words are not yours. Its the choire of many thats singing your interpretation of reality.
But it is not you. YOU are the awareness and that voice is merely pretending to be you.“.

Anmerkung von PandaOfLove:

The first part is a play on semantics, but also to display sillyness in the face of truth.

Also, this text is a display for the lack of my creativity. Give me a break, i am taking babysteps here.

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