Live Dogs and Dead Lions

I have conjured a story in my mind, taken from a phrase written by an ancient author. It is from a diatribe regarding the total vanity of life from the human perspective.

“For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than a dead lion.”

(Ecclesiastes 9:4)

Once upon a time, there was an old, old man, who had lived a very long time in the same quaint village. Day after day passed much as the days before. There was little excitement to break the monotony of living life on a mountain top. There were a few old friends to mingle with. He daily sat in a slightly crooked, uncomfortable chair, on his small porch overlooking the valley below. A faithful, old dog lay at his feet. He could, from this vantage point, see much of the comings and goings, the hustle and bustle, of a major metropolis compared to his dull little village. His sight was skewed by his sweet contentment. He never knew there were those in the valley who longed to exchange the hustle and bustle of their dwelling place for the peace and quiet of the mountain top. Their sight was skewed by their discontentment, their comings and goings, and by the lion who chased his tail, day after day around the city and up and down the streets, adding much anxiety, fear and doubt. No one could explain where the lion had come from or what proper place could be found to capture and contain or subdue his constant activity. After all, he was the source of much of the hustle and bustle, and there were creative individuals who were busily building their businesses, creating solutions as to how to be rid of the disturbance of one roaring lion, chasing his tail, day and night. Many were, in a certain manner, doing the same thing. The lion had become the pattern. Many were chasing dreams which involved where they could go, and what they could do, if only they were anywhere else than here, in this valley.

Then unexpectedly, one day, in total exhaustion, used up and worn out, the lion fell dead in their midst. And the old man on the mountain top continued to pet his living dog.

4 thoughts on “Live Dogs and Dead Lions

    1. Because, for some reason, and it’s probably in my security settings, comments have to be moderated, that is, approved, before appearing. I might change that someday, as soon as I figure out how to change the factory setting on my VCR to not always blink 12 noon. 🙂

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    2. By the way, my blog “editor,” who responded to the above comment, says the debt is due to Laurie Anderson for the “factory setting on the VCR” comment [smile]:

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