Friday, 8 April 2016
Ancient Ivor is giving young Paul a lift in his car.
Paul chats continually and is agitated about Ivor driving so slowly.
"Where's the radio?" Paul asked.
There isn't one.
After fifteen minutes, Ivor stops in a lay-by.
"I need you to be quiet for five minutes. Empty your mind and look at the world. After each minute, or thereabouts, I'll ask you a question."
"Okay Gov. You're the boss. After all ... "
"The five minutes starts now!"
Ivor drove, and appeared happy to do so.
After one minute, he asked, "Where are we?"
"Near Plymouth," said Paul.
"That's just geography," said Ivor.
Paul began gabbling, so Ivor hit him.
After two minutes, Ivor asked "Where are we?"
"in the countryside?"
After three minutes, an impatient driver passed them on a blind bend.
Ivor asked, "Why did he pass?"
"He's in a hurry?"
"No. Because he doesn't realise where he is."
After four minutes, Ivor asked "Where are we?"
"In your car?"
After five minutes, Ivor asked "Where are we?"
"I don't know. Where are we?"
"In paradise. Most people never realise, being deafened by their internal chatter."
For the remainder of the journey, Paul was silent ... of his own accord. Ivor enjoyed his drive. He always did ... ever since he realised where he is.
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