No time for sugar
From nowhere do these prophets come bringing their silent teachings. They make strange noises and laugh aloud in streets. It took the fool in me a long time to realise that they were up to preaching something. It is from them that I learnt to shrug off my economist-perspective of life where actions come at costs and rights with responsibilities. That an eudamonic approach to life is still partial, like repeated one-side usage wears out something unevenly. That even a stand-up comedian isn’t spared from his days of boredom, a worn-out monk isn’t ignorant of enjoying life, and there’s more than perpetual laziness in life of a beggar. These aren’t those people who despise a tree which bears both apples and oranges because it doesn’t obey rules.