VLVL DL and Frenesi: "It wasn't politics"
Mike Weaver
mikeweaver at gn.apc.org
Sun Oct 26 17:32:47 CST 2003
> Man, oh, man, don't get me started on the New Age
> movement here, but here's something by a favorite
> author of mine that I stumbled on today ...
Don't forget that seminal masterpiece of this field first published in 1973
The Profit by Kehlog Albran
Introduction
THE crowds gathered at the foot of the Valley.
Thousands pushed their way through.
The ominous rumbling was heard for miles.
Is he down yet, a merchant selfishly cried.
Where can I see him, an old woman shrieked.
I have waited for him for over one hundred years, a withered man murmured.
The crowd hushed in unison as a glimpse of a figure appeared in the clouded
distance.
He is here, they whispered.
He looked almost young yet his age was impossible to guess.
He was not tall, yet he had many tall ways.
As they stared, he sat upon a rock.
Quietly folding his arms, he began to speak:
I am here.
I am tired.
But I will answer your questions.
Bring me food, drink, and don't forget a little gold.
A little silver for an answer.
A drachma for a doubt, a penny for a thought.
For I am The Profit and what I have learned has cost me ten lifetimes.
What you are about to learn has cost you two dollars and fifty cents.
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Knowledge
A man came forward from the crowd and said, May I ask now?
The Master nodded.
Master, what have you learned on the Mountain?
Everything, the Master responded.
Have you knowledge above man?
The Master's eyes slowly focused on the humbled interrogator and a chill
came over the crowd.
The Master spoke:
In the scope of the Universe, man knows little.
But in his minute wisdom, he thinks himself a god among the other creatures
of this planet.
How wrong he is can be seen by observing the uses to which man puts his
tiny ration of intellect.
He gloats over his gold.
And lusts after material possessions.
And all the while his most precious possession slips through his fingers
like the waters of a running brook.
He lets go the one thing he cannot nor ever will be able to purchase once
it is gone, the precious possession that cannot be borrowed or sold.
Time? Is Time the most precious possession, Master?
No, my son, the Master replied, but you're close.
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Future
I have seen the future and it is just like the present, only longer.
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Various versions are on the web including
http://rsidd.online.fr/profit/index.html
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