Once upon a time, three wise men were walking along the top
of a long, high cliff. Being men, they
didn't talk much but rather spent their days belching and scratching various
parts of their anatomies. One day,
however, the least cynical and skeptical of them – Trevor – cried out, pointed
out over the ocean and said "I saw something, a vision of a distant land,
a wonderful land, one in which we could experience eternal bliss, if only we
could reach it!"
They stopped and they stared in that direction, but try as
they might, none of them saw any distant land although Trevor did point at the
occasional cloud, saying his paradise looked a bit like that but much, much
better.
"Hm," said one of the other two wise men, Anthony,
"It seems to me that you might be mistaken about what you saw, Trevor, but
it is indeed possible that there is something of interest in that direction. The key question is how best to reach it.
"We are three men, wise in our ways, but totally
impractical and weak of body, so we can neither build a boat nor swim to any
possible distant shore. We know that we
stand upon this cliff, that waves crash upon the rock below, that across the
waters there may or may not be another land, fair and wonderful as our friend
here claims. What say you?"
The third wise man, Denis, spoke. "I did not personally see this land that Trevor saw,
but I am convinced that it exists. Why
should he claim to see that which he did not?
And has it ever happened that a man was misled by his perceptions? Do we not always see clearly and true? I choose to retrace our path, to reject our
progress so far and to seek out a way across the waters in our distant past."
Then Trevor spoke. "No, that is not the way, I shall build a
bridge here, right here. We are all here and that can be
no coincidence. It must assuredly be that
the path to the distant land can be built from here, using only the materials
available to us now and with no more than the wisdom we have gleaned in
our travels."
Trevor quickly collected some rocks, piled them upon one
another and declared that his bridge was now all but complete. "See, my friends, this bridge is clear
evidence that the distant, wonderful land exists exactly as I described."
"Hm," said Anthony, "I find your poorly
constructed bridge to be totally unconvincing, Trevor. And Denis, I doubt that we passed a way
across the ocean in our past wandering and yet failed to notice it. Perhaps it is true that we overlooked such a
thing, but if so, this is merely evidence that we are apt to be misled by our
perceptions and that Trevor might well be wrong about what he claims to have
seen.
"No, my friends.
I feel quite sure that there may be something of at least prosaic interest
across this ocean of ignorance before us, some truth to be revealed and furthermore
I am sure that, if we have glimpsed any aspect of that truth, it is only because
we have come so far. I shall continue
forward, seeking a land bridge – a natural bridge – in order to understand the
reality of what lies beyond this ocean, be it the wondrous land of Trevor's febrile
imagination or something far more mundane yet infinitely more wonderful, by
stint of being true."
And so, after centuries of struggle, Anthony broke free from
the attempts of Trevor and Denis to either subdue or slay him for his lack of
faith in the distant, wondrous land and he continued along the cliff. Occasionally he would turn, belch, scratch
himself and glimpse some new aspect of what lay beyond ocean. Sometimes, the path along the cliff would
bring him closer to resolving the mystery and, at other times, any perceived
proximity was entirely illusory. But he
was slowly making progress.
In the meantime, Trevor sat on his bridge and Denis
retreated steadily into the past. Both
looked out across the ocean from time to time.
And belched. And scratched. Because, despite their wildly different paths,
they too were men.