Re: [at-l] purity...

[goinggoinggone@webtv.net]

Once upon a time, ( and not so long ago, in the overall gleam of things
as far as this flash in the pan of human recreational walking is
concerned ) there were a few thousand very bored folks in Asia who
developed a taste for large ruminants that walked faster than they did,
and which led the human-folk on a path that resulted in the human-folk
getting hungrier the farther they walked in pursuit of the elusive
satisfaction of their boredom, although they were occasionally lucky
enough to run a few big critters over a cliff and thus fuel up for the
next big push south in their pursuit of that dream of ....??? But along
the SOBO path, one of their path-finders tasted of flesh of a particular
beastie, and declared in his/her most sonorous voice: 
This is The one that shall be followed! Taste not of the others, lest
you lose the Way!...And if you stop, look, and listen just a bit to the
west of the confluence of the White and Yukon Rivers, you can still hear
the hilarious yet sympathetic laughter of the Many who each sought their
sustenance from whatever beastie tickled their palate, while the lonely
pathfinder padded about in ever decreasing circles, boasting to the
empty woods of past hunts, while hungrily hoping for some young hunters
who had not yet found their Way, to stumble along and fall under his/her
spell, that he might have help in finding The one, the only one, that
would satisfy his hunger for purity of sustenance...Alas, he/she had
forgot what was learned on the earliest hunts: the only thing you cannot
eat is the beast that appears to change not, for that is the mirage that
leads astray those who cannot look beyond themselves to glimpse the
kaliedescope of the visions of The Many...