Yoda Has Been Found

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Being the knuckle-dragging block head that I am, I ripped another idea from Mark’s blog called In Search of Yoda.  Eventually, I will have an original thought.  Anyway, he wrote about some people’s innate desire to travel the world, high and low, in search of a master or guru.  One particularly thought provoking passage from his post was:

“Maybe we need the idea that there is someone who knows the way, and that certain someone, that master can lead us to the person that we want to be. Maybe they can help us become Jedis, maybe we need Yoda’s because they are easier to believe in than ourselves.”

Well, I found him and he teaches a class in Centerville.  He wasn’t a little green goblin-man, though.  This Yoda was a jovial, barrel-chested man named Walt.  I learned some stuff, and will be back on occasion to learn some more stuff.  Enlightenment is a thirty-five minute drive, thus, I’m spared the treacherous journey to the Dagobah System.

Taoist Parable

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Mark (Westside) Johnson and I caught up on our lives a little bit Monday after class.  While discussing something many would consider bad news, he relayed a Taoist parable to me.  I’m not sure if it matches up with my own  belief system quite yet, but I’ve been thinking about it ever since.  Let me know your thoughts on it.

“…an old Chinese farmer lost his best stallion one day and his neighbor came around to express his regrets, but the farmer just said, “Who knows what is good and what is bad.” The next day the stallion returned bringing with him 3 wild mares. The neighbor rushed back to celebrate with the farmer, but the old farmer simply said, “Who knows what is good and what is bad.” The following day, the farmer’s son fell from one of the wild mares while trying to break her in and broke his arm and injured his leg. The neighbor came by to check on the son and give his condolences, but the old farmer just said, “Who knows what is good and what is bad.” The next day the army came to the farm to conscript the farmer’s son for the war, but found him invalid and left him with his father. The neighbor thought to himself, “Who knows what is good and what is bad.”