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.
Quite a few rascals were testing the waters.
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.
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.
Gotta get your feet wet while searching for answers.
After many years of seeking, and near despair, his last hope was a guru who lived high up on a very dangerous mountain.
Fifty feet high, at least according to my sources.
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.
The seeker staggered forward.
Seek and ye shall find.
“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?”
Sometimes the answers are as puzzling as the questions.
The guru smiled and said,
What a cute guru!
“My son, here is the answer you seek: Life is a fountain.”
Drink up!
After a long pause, the seeker shook his head.
Sometimes the answers are not what we want to hear.
“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?”
What happened to profound?
The guru trembled. “You mean…it’s not a fountain?”
Whoa! Deep thoughts.
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