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Welcome to Thunderjack's Labyrinth! Here you'll find meandering
thoughts, some short fiction and pseudo-scientific gobbledygook.
This site is under constant construction so come back frequently,
get comfortable and stroll around for a while.
Big Brother isn't watching.
Heh-heh.
And while you're here:
The Wise Man
Picture a man.
Struggling up the incline
of a barren, rocky hill.
Yearning for the answers
to the mysteries of Life.
Can you see him
as the hill turns into
mountain?
As the mounting will to know
inflames the mystery of himself?
Picture another man.
An aged and wizened reflection
of the younger soul below.
An ancient man.
High atop the mountain.
Knowing the answers
to the mysteries of life.
Awaiting the visit
of the younger man.
As he has waited
for other visitors
in other times.
Picture the Youngster
as he pulls himself
to the feet
of the Oldster...
Questions leaping from
his eyes;
from his lips...
"What is the meaning of life?"
"Why do you ask me?"
"Why, because you're the Wise Old Man on The Mountain."
"I am, indeed, an old man on a mountain. Wisdom, however, is a
thing reserved for others."
"But I want to know! I wish to see The Light!"
"Wishes sometimes come true."
"Teach me! Show me The Light!"
"Come to me, then, Youngster."
Junior approached Senior.
Gripping the Younger's shoulders the Elder turned his eager pupil from
the face of the mountain.
"Tell me what you see."
The Youth surveyed the vast expanse of everything beneath his feet.
"I see..."
"See The Light and Know The Meaning Of Your Life!"
With a mighty Heave the old man flung the young soul into space where
he hung momentarily, between Nothing and Everything.
At his apogee he understood it All.
"AAAAAAAAHHRRRRWRA
(I see that you tricked me)
AAUOUEEEYIIEEAGHHH"
His body struck an outcropping of rock and bounced once, momentarily
slowing his descent.
"HHHHEEEERRRDDDDAGHH
(I see Pain and Hate and Love and Joy)"
Another outcropping; another bounce.
"OHhhhhhhhhhh
(I see my life entwined with everything)
M MMMM MMNNNN..."
A sudden stop at the end of the fall.
Lying amid the broken bones and tattered clothing of other searchers,
enveloped in the ever blackening void that was his mind, he saw a
light.
High atop the mountain the wise old man sat.
And waited.
And Knew.
©1998 by Tracy L. Chappell
Begin The Labyrinth
Off The Wall:
The Sound:
The Little Kitten Who Had No Tail:
Clarissa And The Key:
Tell The Phone:
Racism And Moths:
The Gorilla Cluster:
Thunderjack's Music:
Non-Labyrinthine Excursions
The Bluebirds:
Steve Cropper:
Jimi Hendrix:
Mike Keneally:
love 4 one another - the experience:
Santana:
SINTZ:
Steve Vai:
Victoria Williams:
Frank Zappa!:
The Sweet Relief Musician's Fund:
Chow Yun-Fat: God of Actors:
Life In The Universe:
Dicks of America: