There is a tribal lore. A famine struck the village where the elephant
and the hare lived. They decided to go out
hunting. The hare told the elephant to wait at the designated escape hole down
the hill. Two kinds of stones were to be thrown from the hill-top: a big stone
and a small stone. When the small stone was thrown, the elephant had to remove
its head from its path. When the big stone comes rolling down the hill, the
elephant was supposed to put its head in the big stone’s path. The small stone
was rolled down and the elephant dutifully put away its head. When the big one
was rolled down, the elephant stood in its way. Eventually, the elephant was
killed and became the hare’s meal! The elephant played wrongly and ended up as
the meal of the hare.
A long time ago many tribes were
awed by the magnificence of nature in form of: water, lakes, hills, mountain
ranges, craters, volcanoes, animals, fire, vegetation and fellow-humans. This
symbolism became structured. Special
people who were thought to know better than others were tasked to spearhead
walking others in understanding these creatures they held in awe. This became
an organised way of being religious. Traditions, norms and cultures sprung up
around the religions. This instituted the elephant and hare relation. The mind became
the elephant and the institutions were the hare.
In the present day, many
religions preach love and have moments when all celebrants do shake-hands or
atleast wink to each other in an expression of love. Do not mind whether deep
down one’s mind one genuinely likes to shake the hands or wink at the person
next to you! After a service, the prelate is waiting all of you and a very fast
procession of grip-greet-get-hell-out-fast. ‘The long line behind you should
not be held by you chatting up the prelate!’ In this process, one feels like a
player taking and performing all the wrong roles in a play. This leaves one
with revulsion and an emptiness resulting from not fulfilling something. The
elephant in us is dazed by not knowing which stone to dodge or allow to be hit
with.
+Steven Davy at WHGBH radio has an interactive talk-show which ends with ‘good-old-classic-blues-music’.
This end of show gesture is so mellow, uplifts a spirit and enables one feel as
a participant in a love-shared-around experience. Next time I shall ignore
certain aspects (dodge certain stones) of a Sunday service (sent in by the
hare)! The hare will not have me for a meal!
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