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“He fell to the edge of a chasm and in his terror screamed for help.” The man paused and drank for the canteen. “The man seeking to save his love stopped and working his way to where the other man had been before his fall he gently helped the man back onto the mountain path and away from the edge. He carried the man seeking glory for a time as he trudged slowly up the mountain. The man seeking glory said “you may put me down.” after a time and continued both of their climb. They reached the summit at the same time, coming upon the flower growing on the top of the mountain. The man seeking the flower reached out to pluck it, and never saw the knife as it plunged downward into the base of his neck. He died instantly with a look of horror and the man seeking glory plucked the flower “proof” he said to no one in particular. He then made his way back down the mountain. When asked what happened to the other man by the woman who was dying, the man seeking glory said that in his eagerness he had fallen and despite great effort by him, he was unable to save him. The woman, hearing this died of despair at that exact moment. The man seeking glory walked the 20 miles to the castle of the King. When he arrived at the castle he was told that the King would not see him. The minister who came out said “climbing a mountain does not glorify the King. Build the King a mountain and that glorifies him, Climbing a mountain does not.” The huge wooden doors of the castle closed and the man seeking glory looked ahead at the empty road home.”
The traveler looked at the man for a moment. “I understand, it is as much the way you traverse the trail as it is the trail you choose.”
“That is the lesson.” The man said and he mounted his horse again, slinging the bag over his shoulder. “Let your heart choose.” He said as he rode away into the night.
The traveler got up and walked the 100 yards or so he thought the split in the trail was. On his 500th step he realized that the split in the trail was as far away now as it had been when he started. He realized that he must choose which way he would go before he could embark upon his journey.
So the traveler sat and reflected upon the two paths.
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Scott Andersen
IASA Fellow