often thought of myself as like that little boy in the children's tale "the emperor who wore no clothes".
"hey, mom....the emperor's naked !"
"no he isn't ! sshhhhh ! someone will here you !"
"but....but....but...."
"quiet, don't let me hear you uttering such blasphemy again (especially in public) or there'll be serious consequences, young man.....just wait til your father comes home !"
and so on and so and so on....
i didn't write that story....it's a common children's fable.
i was always profoundly curious why the adults seemed so quick to agree that in fact, the emperor was clothed in extremely rare and precious exotic invisible silk which had taken months of arduous travel to arrive all the way from china.
i still am confounded til this day....seeing examples all around me, all the time !
sometimes it seems the only respite is to hide away in this hermit's cave,
and the only emperor who wears no clothes is me....at least there's no mystery or charade.
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