Book: Poems: the treasure: meaning, meaninglessness, purpose, duty and effort: poem
A book excerpt from the Iconoclast Press online library.
It is as if someone left their treasure for you to guard while they had to go away. But now you canít remember when they said they would be back. You want to leave, to attend to other things, but then whoíll guard the goods? You must stay, or convince another to take on your duty until the owner returns, whenever that is, whoever it is. In fact you have never even met the owner, but were simply handed the task by another who was handed it by another, and so on, back so far that no one can remember whose treasure it is. No one even knows what it actually is. Still you must stay until another will take your place. That is all you are sure of. You must stay.
Itís like holding a lottery ticket which you didnít buy and which you donít know what the prize is, nor when it will be announced. Nor even where. You know simply that the only thing worse than having a losing ticket, is losing a winning one.
(excerpted from THE DREAM OF BEING: aphorisms, ideograms, and aislings, by Jack Haas)
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