Incorporeal, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

Now that Mr. Whale had joined them, The Child bloomed. At night, she slept on his back; during the day, she lay on the Lily Pad and looked down into the ocean studying its inhabitants.

“Prophet?”

“Yes, Child,”

“Are you incorporeal?”

“Why do you ask, Child?”

“Cause…”

“Cause what?”

“Well, you said you were always by me but I never saw you. And then Mr. Raccoon said it too.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But if you were there, why couldn’t I see you?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“ Can you see me now?”

“Of course, I can. You’re here on Lily Pad with me.”

“Then what makes you think I’m incorporeal?”

“Cause you disappear.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Stop saying Oh I see and give me an answer.”

“To what, Child?”

“Are you incorporeal or not?”

“Why do you want to know, Child? Will it help you on your journey?”

“It might help me understand.”

“Understand what?”

“How to get where I want to go.”

“Child, lots of people are seeking understanding and not getting anywhere.”

“Well, isn’t understanding important?”

“Faith is important.”

“I don’t understand. How can I believe something I don’t see?”

“So, if I’m incorporeal, then, you wouldn’t believe I exist?”

“Well, it makes sense, doesn’t it, Prophet?”

“Does your walking on water make sense?”

“No, but I know I can cause I believe I can.”

“But water is soluble,” said The Prophet. “Not insoluble.”

“Which means?”

“Your faith is built upon your hope that you can succeed.”

“So, are you telling me you’re incorporeal, Prophet?”

“Child, the incorporeality of whether I AM or not is relative.  What you believe is what counts.” 




Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia