It’s my favorite existential story.
The seeker staggered forward.
The crazy, wonderful melee of wet and wild at Chicago’s Crown Fountain was the perfect anecdote to the rising temperatures and the boredom of two little rascals itching to take sightseeing to the next level. We’d come prepared for our Father's Day family outing. After all, as the story goes, “Life is a Fountain”. It’s my favorite existential story. A man sold all his possessions and left his family to travel the world, because he wanted to know the meaning of life. After many years of seeking, and near despair, his last hope was a guru who lived high up on a very dangerous mountain. Up the mountain the seeker went, through a thunderstorm, tired and desperate and hungry–his food was all gone, he injured one foot but struggled on with a cane out of a tree branch. Finally, on top of the mountain, there sat the guru, surrounded by tame animals, with bright sunlight breaking through a hole in the clouds to shine all around him. The seeker staggered forward. “O holy guru, I have given up everything to seek the truth, but it will all be worthwhile if you can answer my question: What is the meaning of life?” The guru smiled and said, “My son, here is the answer you seek: Life is a fountain.” After a long pause, the seeker shook his head. “A fountain? I have come thousands of miles to hear your words – my possessions are all gone, I’m starving, I’ll probably die on this mountain – and all you have to say is, life is a fountain?” The guru trembled. “You mean…it’s not a fountain?”
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