So, you all want to know how the divine painting looks. And you hope that the Philosopher in front can explain to you its beauty; that what it epitomizes. You believe that he will tell you about its dimensions, its value, the feel of the colours, the shape of the canvas, the curvings, the fading texture and maligned cloth binding its edges. You believe that when he completes his portrayal of the portrait, you all will be cognizant of “THE DIVINE TRUTH”. And barge out to the world, struggling with your blindness. You will go long and away and say proudly that you know how the painting looks. You will proclaim with contentment how good the hue of green is, or how majestic is the burgundy, how soothing the use of azure. You will praise the stark strokes and fine lines nestling over the corner. You may even make people wonder by defining the visage in the painting even more vividly than the Philosopher in front had ever defined.
My dear friends, but one day a person will stand up in front of your face and with equal belief describe “This Divine Painting” in his own fables. He will uphold his account true. He will challenge and say that he had been here, in front of the painting. He will vow that with his blind eyes but eager ears he had heard description of the painting by his own philosopher guru.
You people will fight then. You will cut each other's ears and throats for spreading the falsified image of “YOUR” divine painting. You will brandish each other as non believer. And fight to preserve the truth, the truth which only you heard from a sacrosanct pundit, but never experienced yourself.
Dear Believers, I pity you. I pity you for you are fighting over a blank sheet. You are cutting heads over a divine painting which was never painted; which is as blank as the sky must have been at the start of universe. I feel sorry to tell, it is not as beautiful as your holy philosophers had painted with their eloquence. It is nothing more and nothing less than nothingness.
I pity you dear worshippers for I know the truth. I know the truth which none of you know except for your preaching philosophers. And the truth is- Everyone is blind. Every eye sees the same darkness, even the blinking eyes of your philosopher-gurus. And all these hallowed stories are imagination of your revered teachers. These are beautiful but these are ideas not the Divine TRUTH”.
He scoffed at last. And amidst silence I heard the clinking of his stick as he felt his way out of the hall, leading a huge mob, proclaiming aloud, “The painting is blank; the painting is blank.”
"What is beauty?"
asked the Savvy
"Perspective lit"
replied Dim wit.
-Remember
