Here is a short story that I find interesting. If I add more stories, I will add them to their own pages.
— A short story, which has come from nowhere and was written by no one —
Many thousands of years ago there was a humble and simple man who loved to draw simple drawings with nothing more than a pencil and ordinary paper. One day he was inspired to draw a simple and beautiful drawing. When finished he realized that when he looked upon the drawing he was overwhelmed with a sense of peace, calm and tranquility. He walked outside and was overwhelmed with the beauty of the world and was compelled to perform acts of love and compassion toward all because of how the drawing influenced him.
Excited, the man showed the drawing to everyone he knew and they were all affected in the same manner. They were overwhelmed with a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of compassion and love toward all.
These people asked the man to draw copies of the drawing so they could show the drawing to others. He did so and sent the people on their way so they could show the copies of the drawing to everyone they could and everyone who saw the drawing was overwhelmed with a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of love and compassion toward all..
All of these people then asked for a copy of the copy of the drawing so they could then show the drawing to others as well, and of course the people were more than happy to make a copy of their copy and passed them out to all of the people who requested a copy and sent the people on their way.
Because of this many people found a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of love and compassion toward all. Each in turn made a copy of the copy of the copy so the drawing could be shared with others.
This went on for generation after generation. Thousands of years passed. Copies of copies were made throughout history and the original drawing had long been lost because no one thought it would be needed because everyone had a copy.
Eventually the only copies of the drawing were thousands of generations of copies of copies, one after the other over many years.
What the people failed to realize was that the current generation of copies were distorted greatly from the original drawing. When one looked upon a copy of the drawing there was no sense of peace, calm or tranquility; one was not compelled to perform acts of compassion or love. The drawing was just a drawing of random shapes and forms that were themselves distortions caused by the process of making copies of copies. Nothing of the original drawing remained in the available copies throughout the entire world.
Everyone knew that this drawing was well known for causing one to experience peace, calm and tranquility and would compel one to performs acts of love and compassion. This was known because there were countless volumes of books written on the topic of the drawing and how wonderful it was.
Groups of people built special buildings and places where they could meet together and gaze upon a copy of the drawing, hoping that someday they too would be overwhelmed with peace and love and tranquility and would be compelled to perform acts of love and compassion. There were those who spent many years reading and studying all of the books and many volumes written about the drawing. Many books were written on the theory of how to draw and how a pencil deposits carbon on paper and produces a drawing. These scholars were revered by many and seen as great and knowledgeable about the copies of the drawing and the process of using a pencil and paper to make drawings of all sorts of forms and figures.
Now through the normal course of an ordinary and uneventful day a young child happened to be playing with a pencil and some sheets of paper. On each piece of paper he would draw a simple drawing and would show it to his mother or his teacher and they would praise him and tell him that his pictures were pretty and nicely done, but they only said this to encourage him in the hope he would someday become a successful artist.
The child then showed them his favorite drawing that he had made with his other drawings. He said he liked the drawing the most because it made him feel a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of love and compassion. When he showed his mother and teacher they too were overwhelmed with a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of love and compassion.
The mother and teacher both became excited and took the child and his drawing to the nearest place where people would gather to view and discuss the copies of the old drawing from thousands of years ago. The mother and teacher asked to see the greatest scholar there so he could see the child’s drawing and he too was overwhelmed with a sense of peace and calm and tranquility and felt compelled to perform acts of love and compassion.
This terrified him greatly! How could such a simple image cause such an experience while his copy of the ancient drawing did not make him feel the same? He quickly declared that the child’s drawing was a heresy and a lie that misled people from the copies of the original wonderful drawing.
The scholar then brought the child before a court of scholars of the copies of the original wonderful drawing and they all agreed unanimously, this child had committed an act of heresy and his image would have the effect of distracting people away from viewing the copies of the ancient drawing and all would be lost.
They snatched the drawing from the child’s hand and tossed it into a fire so it would be destroyed.
The child cried at the loss of his favorite drawing, but he knew the scholars must be right. They were, after all, scholars on the subject and had an education far superior than his. So with a sad heart he went home empty handed.
While sitting at home the child was sad and depressed because he no longer had his favorite drawing, but then he had an idea. He went to his room where no one was watching and drew the simple drawing again, just for himself. He kept the drawing hidden away so no one would ever find it. From time to time, when he knew he would be alone, he would take the drawing out and gaze upon it and be overwhelmed with a sense of peace, calm and tranquility and would feel compelled to perform acts of love and compassion.
As he grew up he kept this piece of paper and in time he became an adult and would from time to time gaze upon the drawing and smile and then quickly hide it away again. In due time he grew old and died a natural death. His close friends and family went into his house and clean it out so the house could be sold. Without regard or review they put everything they could find into boxes and then put the boxes in a trash dumpster and the trash was taken away and burned in the city’s trash dump..
The house was sold and a new family moved in. The family decided to renovate the house and fix the old creaky floors and replace the fixtures and repaint the walls among other things.
While all of this was happening the new family’s young child wandered around the house playing and exploring like a young child would do. While exploring, and purely by chance and coincidence, he stepped on a floorboard and noticed it moved a bit. He was curious and lifted the floorboard and found the drawing where the old man had hidden his favorite drawing. He looked upon the drawing and smiled. He then carefully and gently folded the paper and placed the drawing in his pocket and went about playing.