AusPol Koan 59
Malcolm was wandering among his dejected followers and happened upon Wyatt, his young protege. Wyatt had been crying as he had lost his seat.
‘I have lost my seat!’ Wyatt shrieked, ‘there is nothing left to live for!’
Malcolm leaned in and patted Wyatt on the head while he dried his tears with Malcolm’s Hermès handkerchief. While Malcolm thought about how he would need to have the handkerchief washed and deodorised when he got home, Wyatt continued, getting increasingly angry:
‘I believed in your teachings, Malcolm! I put my faith in you! I plotted to undermine a sitting speaker. I blithely spoke nonsense about blockchain and startups. I wore RM Williams boots that hurt my heels! I gave you everything and this is how you repay me?
Malcolm, attuned to Wyatt’s suffering, responded thusly:
‘When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the soul laughs for what it has found. Today you soil my Hermès handkerchief with your tears. But tomorrow you will find your soul contains fertile soil from which a great happiness will spring. You have reached electoral enlightenment, for only in loss can victory make any sense.’
With these words Wyatt stopped crying, decided to sell all his bitcoins and go back to being an ordinary 12 year old boy.