Every traveler on Planet Earth yearns with the same yearning. Where have I come from; where am I heading; how can I get the people around me to help me reach there?
At 85 a lot of answers come to mind. But none so powerful as the celebrated “Manual Of Life.” Like the Ark of the Covenant, we elders suspect its existence somewhere, because we have all lived out its words. Yet none of us has ever actually seen it. Touched it. Turned its ancient pages.
At our age we are convinced that whoever were to find it and share it, its lessons would change the world. Perhaps more even than the Bible, the Talmud, and all the words of The Prophet, the Buddha, and Steven Spielberg combined.
It is our conviction that the Manual was written with the wisdom of the ages in its sacred covers. It is a magnificent travelogue of human life, penned to help any young reader eager to understand “what it all means.”
There is a chapter for each stage of life, which makes clear what the young reader should expect just up ahead. A knowledge beseeched and pursued by all the kings and emperors, prophets and popes of history. Not to mention every member of every family who woke up in Chicago this morning.
There are only two problems!
The text in each chapter cannot be translated until just after you’ve lived it. And are looking back with just enough perspective to think to yourself: “Oh, now I see, now it makes more sense, now I get it.”
Wait, there’s that second problem!
If anyone of us elders yearns to share these wisdoms with the young in order to spare them some of their own mistakes before they begin the journey…
….we discover that at their age they simply cannot translate the text. Its code is broken only one moment after it is lived. Alas, the young have to travel the rocky journey with us watching with advice
they cannot hear.
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