I had, at first, a very frigid conversation with this great man. I tend to be shy and I knew he was an important figure, almost god like to me, who understood truth. So, I was on guard and hesitant to tell him all the worries and concerns I have of the world these days. But, we were mostly alone, so I thought, well, maybe I should just be honest and frank and . . . trust. That shouldn’t be such a crazy way to be. So, I sat with him and opened my heart, revealing all my fears and I began to cry. A woman walked swiftly by, looking at us askance as if I were menacing this great man or deeming me crazy. Becoming a little self conscious, I stopped and collected myself.
To my astonishment, he was patient and kind and didn’t disagree with me at all. In fact his face grew stone cold as if thinking deeply about the tragic words I had spilled. And, all he could do was grip his pipe still, clutch his book with hard knuckles, and stare at the snow covered mountains beyond, as if searching for the right words, a shimmer of light, to spark the essence of life and meaning. After a long time, he continued to remain speechless.
The snow began to fall and I didn’t want to become cold like so many others seemed to be, so I finally got up to leave him alone in silence staring into the distance.
Then, I looked back one final time, and I swear I thought I heard him say “Stop acting like devils, you mere mortals! Thaw those frozen, stone hearts, and get them beating again!” And there was a twinkle in his eye. Then I wondered if maybe it’s the world that’s crazy. Not me.