# "The Map Is Not The Territory"
Author: [Borttaget]

_En enkel tanke och en enkel text delar jag nu med Er._

_Hoppas något nyttigt faller ur den._

_//Aluca  
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"A Parable Retold  
  
Once upon a time an old man sat by the side of the road, smoking his pipe, and gazing off into the distance, contemplating. Along came a stranger who stopped to pass the time of day, putting down his bundle and taking out a ham sandwich and a bottle of wine. In the course of the conversation, the stranger pointed to the village nestled in the valley below, and asked, "What are the people like in the town down there? I'm just moving to that village, you know".  
  
The old man puffed a puff on his pipe, and threw the question back "What were they like in the town where you used to live, my friend?" A cloud passed over the stranger's face. "Oh, they were rogues and rascals of the worst sort. Liars, cheats, a pack of knaves they were. Never could get a kind word out of any of them". Smoke billowed from the old man's pipe, as he shook his head and spoke, "Well then, that's what the people are like in that village down there, my son". The stranger heaved himself to his feet and walked sadly down the hill. The old man leaned back against the tree for his afternoon siesta.  
  
Later, when he woke, he saw another stranger approaching. The newcomer smiled, and asked if he could share the shade of the stately tree. The old man shifted over to make room for him and gratefully accepted the stranger's offer of an apple and some cheese. As they chatted, the stranger pointed out to the hamlet in the valley: "What are the people like in that village?" he asked. "I'm thinking of moving there soon".  
  
A twinkle, unobserved, appeared in the old man's eye, as once again he parried the question. "What were they like where you've just come from my son?" The stranger's face lit up. "Oh, they're wonderful people, the salt of the earth, not a harsh word nor a dishonest act have I heard of these many years. I only wish I could stay, but it is time for me to move on".  
  
The old man hid his pleasure by lighting his pipe, as he responded, "Well, I'm glad to say that that is exactly how you'll find those people in the village below".

## Comment 1
Author: [Borttaget]

Som man ropar får man svar med andra ord. Klok gubbe det där..\*L

## Comment 2
Author: Jodrena

:D Vad roligt med alla dessa berättelser som börjat pryda vår sida! Nu får jag ju lust till att samla alla berättelser till en sagobok att läsa i då och då, kanske lära mig utantill och en dag när jag är gammal och gråhårig kan jag sitta och berätta sagor för både barn och vuxna som en vis gammal tant.

Var hittade du den här berättelsen förresten?

## Comment 3
Author: lightseeker

rimmar väl med: man får det som man tar det, mycket sedelärande och tänkvärd berättelse, minsann

## Comment 4
Author: [Borttaget]

#1 Så kanske får vi öva på tonlägen. ;)  
  
#2 Låter inte alls som en dålig ide´, tycker jag def. att du bör göra. Jag ska se om jag finner åter de sidor där texten fanns,har en annan av dem i min dagbok här. Kanske tycker du om även den...

 #3 Ja minsann, inte illa alls. Så som man lever Ser man.