ELEPHANT

And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does
Well, lightning strikes,
maybe once, maybe twice
Ah, and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy

This is my version of a buddhist fable that really got to me...

Once upon a time in a village far far away... there lived six blind men. One day an elephant came.

They had no idea what an elephant is. They said to each other, "Even though we would not be able to see it, let us go and feel it anyway."

"Hey, the elephant is a tree," said the first man who touched his leg.

"Oh, no! it is like a rope," said the second man who touched the tail.

"Oh, no! it is like a snake," said the third man who touched the trunk of the elephant.

"It is like a big hand fan" said the fourth man who touched the ear of the elephant.

"It is like a huge wall," said the fifth man who touched the belly of the elephant.

"It is like a spear," Said the sixth man who touched the tusk of the elephant.

They began to argue about the elephant and everyone of them insisted that he was right. A man who was not blind was passing by and he saw this. He stopped and asked them, "What is the matter?" They said, "We cannot agree to what the elephant is like." Each one told him what he thought the elephant was like.

The man replied: "Even though each of you is partly right,
all of you are wrong!" The moral of the story is that there may be some truth to what someone says. Sometimes we can see that truth and sometimes not because they may have different perspective which we may not agree too.

And a memory is all
that is left for you now
You see your gypsy
You see your gypsy