Fool’s Gold – Iron Pyrites
If your treasure has been hidden after a lifetime of spare change, used clothes, borrowed coins, in order to save it for a rainy day then you have discovered without informing on yourself that this horde you have concealed is precious and rare.
The mistake you have made, and will again, is the misunderstanding that the treasure does not represent you now, but will when it is taken out, given air, rejoiced in as another escape.
That it is your fountain of youth, your ambition of hope, a new change of clothes to go with your new occupation on that day. And you have kept it sealed and secret in order to be free from judgment on whether you ought to be putting away your sacred heart.
What you have failed to take into account is a different order, a new perspective other than the one you suppose. What is lost is that freshness you wish to capture, that passion of discovery before your shame at feeling crushed by the certainty of disaster. Which left you dressed in the rags of your belief, your profession.
When you hear the laughter it may, or may not be, there. It may only be jealous ghosts making noise as they rattle their chains of vain attachment and disease.
You say that proves nothing while you believe if there are ghosts then certainly there is buried treasure.
I, for one, completely agree, with neither the distracting discourse, or the unreasonable complaint.
I think afterwards you can likely find it in the howls of the insane, the chatter of the inane, and hiding in the everyday antics of the pirates of the pedestrian who raise no flag they might have to renounce again.
Any complaints regarding the clarity of this measure must take into account the faith allowing you to make the discovery for yourself.
©Dean J. Baker
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