the elephant

The blind men shouted above each other — “the elephant is a water pot!” proclaimed those at the head; “the elephant is a pillar!” declared those at the legs; “the elephant is a plowshare!” demanded those at the tusks; “the elephant is a plow pole!” decreed those at the trunk; “the elephant is a storage bin.” declared those at the belly; “the elephant is a fan,” determined those at the tail.

Fighting and crying and crying and fighting — “This is not what an elephant is like!”

“And precisely so,” then runs the moral of the Buddha, “the company of heretics, monks, Brahmins, and wandering ascetics, patient of heresy, delighting in heresy, relying upon the reliance of heretical views, are blind without eyes: knowing not good, knowing not evil, knowing not right and knowing not wrong, they quarrel and brawl and wrangle and strike one another with the daggers of their tongues, saying ‘This is right, that is not right;’ ‘This is not right — that is right.” — Joseph Campbell’s Primitive Mythology: The masks of god.

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