THE VOICE WITHIN

Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, “Go to the village crossroad. There you shall find what you are seeking.”

Full of anticipation and hope, he ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with any revelation of truth.

Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explation, but he was only told: “You will understand in the future.” When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignt at having been made a fool of — or so he thought at the time — the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. 

As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his ear. It was wonderful music, played with great mastery and inspiration.

Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself. 

And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.

At last he understood the message of the well: We have already been given everything we need. Our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. 

Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose ture we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.

—the harbinger