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The Fool on the Hill
Transcending the city
Nolan sat on his favorite park bench in the little park at the top of the hill overlooking the city. He looked out over the city and listened to the cacophony of human noise.
It was that time late in the afternoon when people were getting off from work. Traffic on the highways and streets of the city below was at its busiest of the day. There was the cumulative sound of endless car engines punctuated by the honking of car horns, the squealing of brakes and tires and the occasional wailing of emergency sirens. Like the swarming of bees, the sound was very hypnotizing.
Everyone was going somewhere. Some were going home from work. Others from home to work. Some were racing to grocery stores for food. Others to restaurants. Others still were delivering food.
Some were racing to be with their loved one. Some were going to meetings. Others were driving in search of entertainment. Some were driving as entertainment. And surely some were driving to get out of the city.
Nolan listened to the echoes reverberating through the concrete canyons of the city; the sounds of no one standing still.
The only one who was still was Nolan as he sat in blissful peace on that park bench on the hill. He was not compelled to do, to work, to act, to move. He was not influenced by the social convention that says that, except in sleep, one must always be doing something. One must always be moving. One must not be distracted by stillness.
Nolan was a rule-breaker. He embraced the stillness. He did nothing. He transcended the city and surrendered to the Tao.
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.
