The parable of the judgment

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The parable of the judgment

A long time ago in a village lived an old man. He had a beautiful white horse, which wanted to buy all the kings of the surrounding villages. They offered him an unprecedented price, but the old man remained adamant:

- This horse - not a horse to me. He's my friend, and I can sell each other?

The old man was poor, but did not sell the horse.

One day he discovered that the horse is not in the stable. The whole village had gathered, and the people blamed the old man:

- You old fool! We knew that one day the horse will not appear on the site. It would be better to sell it. What a misfortune!

- Do not say that. Just say that the horse is not in place - the old man answered them. - That is a fact, and the rest - the judgment. Whatever it was, a misfortune or a blessing I do not know, because it's only part of the situation. Who knows what will happen next? People laughed at the old man and thought he was a little crazy.

Two weeks later the horse returned and brought with him a dozen horses. Again the people gathered and they said,

- The old man was right. This is not a disaster. It is now clear that it was a blessing. - Again you go too far. Just say that the horse is back. Who knows, it is a blessing or not? - calmly replied the old man. - You read a single word in the expression. How can you judge the whole book?

At this time, many people did not speak, but each to himself, decided that the old man is not right, twelve beautiful horses!

The old man was the only son, who became to go around these horses. A week later he fell from a horse and broke both legs. The people gathered again and tried again:

- You once again proved his innocence! It's bad luck. Your only son has lost his legs, and in your old age he will only support. Now you have become poorer than it was.

- You are obsessed with judgment. Do not go that far. Say only that my son broke his legs. No one knows, misfortune or a blessing. It's just a piece of the whole, we can not know.

It so happened that a few weeks the country went to war, and all the boys went into the army. There was only the son of the old man, because he could not fight. The village of screaming and crying, because everyone knew that the majority of young people do not come back. They came to the old man and said: - You were right, old man, it is now evident that it was a blessing. Well, your son is crippled, but he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.

The old man said again:

- you continue to judge. No one knows! Just tell me that your sons are fit for the army and my son - no. Only God knows, it is a misfortune or a blessing.

As long as you try, your brain is dead. Judgment means a frozen state of mind. But the mind always requires judgment, because to be ahead is always risky and uncomfortable in the process of development and movement.

In fact, the journey never ends. It ends only part of it, after which immediately begins another. When one door closes, another opens. You reach the top, but there is another, higher. And stops its development, creating fantasies and prejudices stupid and pointless.