I found a man, an old man, with a long beard at the bottom of a well. After lowering my bucket tied to an old weathered rope, he looked up at me. His eyes were forgiving, busy readers surveying me, searching through me from the dark, dank bottom of this well. His voice rang clear as he asked me, "Why have you letdown your pail?" "I've come to seek your waters, to drink from your wisdom, and to irrigate my soul." "Yes, but you have already fulfilled your thirst, no?" "No." "Well then, you must seek out another well. I do not have here what you seek. Your well is much deeper, much darker and will not have a wise man in it like myself but rather have a young, playing child." |