Kit Kelen #241 - take it from me (parable on unsought advice)

241

take it from me

(brief parable on unsought advice)

With the ancient is wisdom and in length of days understanding.

(Job 12:7-12)

you'll never make it!

you won't get across this river

and when you do, the mountain's too high

that ladder at the top – it's slippery

many have fallen from there

if you get up in among the clouds

you won't be able to see a thing

the ice there's deadly as the air

so what will have been the point?

you won't be able to tell up from down

(that would be in your last few moments falling)

you think the problem's just up there?

oh no oh no oh no

it's like that with a lot of things

in fact with whatever you're thinking to do

whatever goes on in that head of yours

that book you were planning to write

why bother? it's either been written

or, if not, there's a reason why not

this next idea of yours –

yes I know you've yet to tell it

but you think that no one's thought of that before?

don't kid yourself, you won't kid me

where do you get all this stuff?

the journey you're planning

it's for sure somewhere you've already been

and how would there be any different from here?

everywhere's the same these days

travel as far as you like

you get nowhere

at least I'm sure in your case, that's true

they don't need you

they won't want your advice

and anyway, it's too cold, it's too dark

you'll catch your death of

you'd be mad to go out on a night like this

it's no good setting out in the morning

there'll only be a few hours of light

and the weather?

if it's not here yet

it's coming

you bet

you won't get very far

not with your attitude

not with your equipment

it's like when you were very little

still running away from home

and why?

guess it's just how you were made

now put that tail between your legs

let's fold you up in the picnic blanket

bundle you into the stove

it's warm there, you'll be cooked in no time

it's only love that says these things

my little cup cake

stay out of that sun

you'll be baked to a crisp

and don't you tell jokes!

they're hurtful, always at someone's expense

o – you'd rather stay in bed, would you?

sink into pillows, never seen again

you think you can just lie there innocently

taking a next sip of the air?

don't imagine that will be without some risk

besides, dreaming is dangerous

quite frequently it's deadly

just a little shut-eye?

let me ask you if you're really sure?

maybe you're not quite ready for that

now you just have a good hard think

have a good long look at yourself in the mirror

and who do you think you are?

I just don't get it

I shake my head

I'm simply left to wonder

but before you go off again

like a two bob watch

like a mad woman's wash

on your next karazy madcap scheme

I simply have to ask –

who's putting you up to this?

soap bubbles

fall past my seventh floor window

what should I assume?