Intellectual-Idiot
An idiot and an intellectual were in a desert, walking along in the sand , when they came across a vast gorge. Standing at the edge of the abyss, the intellectual said “Alas we have come to the end of our journey, for the gorge is too deep for us to fathom and the cliffs too high to reach. This is the end of our journey.”
But the idiot didn’t notice the gorge below, nor the cliff above and asked “Why do you say we are at a standstill? Who knows where this journey may yet lead us?”
The intellectual laughed at the foolishness of the idiot, and in a slow and condescending tone, explained, “Our goal and purpose was to reach the ocean.” Then pointing in the direction over the gorge and cliffs, “Over there!” he spoke matter-of-factly.
Looking around in all directions, the idiot retorted, “But there are many places to walk. Surely they all lead to the ocean, don’t they?”
The intellectual sat down on a rock to ponder the idiot’s statement. “Yes,” he concluded, “Eventually they do all lead to the ocean. Alright, idiot, which way should we go?”
Scratching his head, surveying the vast terrain all around them, the idiot conceded, “I don’t know. You’re the intellectual.” With that the intellectual began to laugh! Laugh so loudly that the cliff walls began to collaspe and fall. The air turned thick with dust and when it cleared the way across was visable to them. And so the intellectual and the idiot crossed the gorge, and then to the ocean beyond.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side.
But the idiot didn’t notice the gorge below, nor the cliff above and asked “Why do you say we are at a standstill? Who knows where this journey may yet lead us?”
The intellectual laughed at the foolishness of the idiot, and in a slow and condescending tone, explained, “Our goal and purpose was to reach the ocean.” Then pointing in the direction over the gorge and cliffs, “Over there!” he spoke matter-of-factly.
Looking around in all directions, the idiot retorted, “But there are many places to walk. Surely they all lead to the ocean, don’t they?”
The intellectual sat down on a rock to ponder the idiot’s statement. “Yes,” he concluded, “Eventually they do all lead to the ocean. Alright, idiot, which way should we go?”
Scratching his head, surveying the vast terrain all around them, the idiot conceded, “I don’t know. You’re the intellectual.” With that the intellectual began to laugh! Laugh so loudly that the cliff walls began to collaspe and fall. The air turned thick with dust and when it cleared the way across was visable to them. And so the intellectual and the idiot crossed the gorge, and then to the ocean beyond.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side.
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