We surmount our difficulties in various ways. The path chosen, the fool or the wise man. No matter we get there in the end. Some do it with great pride while others struggle with self loathing or self doubt. The Wise man declares " Let go of all your certainties, they harbour all your deceit." The Fool gloats, the fool is merry as he thinks he is wise. He has long united the notion that he has attained all certitude, all wisdom. Yes he gloats and carries a belly full , a chalk full of insane ideas. He climbs the rooftop and counts the crows hovering above " Five today, that is a good omen " . He mumbles and writes down the count in his notebook. He returns to the fold in his head. He rests his head on the sofa he found in the garbage. It was a good find, upon spotting it by the side of the road, at the end of brown brick drive. His son was visiting that day, he asked his son to help him carry it home. His son lifted the end closest to the road with reluctance. His head bowed in shame. At the moment fear became a numbness that crawled down his spine. Fear that someone who knows him might suddenly cross paths with him on this day while he carries home a rotting, tattered old sofa, one that was thrown away, that was meant for disposal. However the fool saw here an opportunity. Resting his head on the arm of the sofa. Languishing in the dank dark basement that traps the summers heat. He puffs on a roach and pats his belly. He made a wise choice, this is a good sofa to lay his head.

MK
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