Poets, Priests and Philosophers all practice the same art; it is in their values that they differ. All have mastered the Word and with it the Poet’s value is in beauty; the Priest’s in doctrine and the Philosopher’s in enlightenment. Whenever you find a man in command of words you may also find a poet, a priest or a philosopher. But one must be wary of priests for they are the ones who have taken authority upon themselves as diviners of words. For the priests, words are the first tools of enslavement. Children are helpless creatures, knowing neither the world they are born into nor themselves, as such they are the first disciples of priests. A child having no words, the priest claim authority over it and gives it to the child as doctrine. Thus the child learns to speak. Who else must a child look up to but the one who has given them language, which other authority is there but the one whom begotten words? Ask the child. Who else to answer but priests?
So as leaves fall from trees, children grow into adults. Just as some fruits may fall from trees; some adults fall away from priests. Fruits that rot on the trees from which they have grown never tasted the earth before they die. Adults who have been liberated from the limbs of priests know the soil of the earth and may dig deep with their roots and grow themselves into tall trees, becoming their own master of words: poets, priests and philosophers alike. To be liberated is to be one’s own master but note this; to be free is no easy task. Just as a seed needs water, light and good soil to grow likewise will the challenges of freedom are rash. Even more so, saplings will have to compete with ancient trees, trees that loom large and wide with their canopy so as to obscure all light. Freedom also means to fumble around in the dark, to live dangerously; to seek out new soil, new water and new light so one might grow into tall trees. Those not skilled to traverse the path of freedom need only to heed the warnings of priests for they know: freedom is the end of many but only the beginning of a few.
We are all born into a world under an authority. Nourished by it until maturity but what next? First one must understand the authority they have found themselves under. They must understand the doctrines of priests. The child must first grow into a poet, which means they have come to value the words of the priests as beautiful. The child appreciating beauty will emulate the priest in both style and form. This will make the priest proud for a copy is but praise to the original. The fate of the child lies entirely in the words of the priest, to cast out or to nurture. The nurturing priest however must mind to not give too much lest the fruit of the child grow too heavy. Heavy fruits fall easily in the chaos of winds. To fall and not embrace the dangers of the earth is to perish there and then. A heavy fruit that falls will long to return under the protection of their master rather than realise their own tree; and likewise the priest will mourn the loss of a disciple for they have lost an investment. Heavy fruits that stay on the branches of priests will eventually wither away as fruits since the master takes back what they have bestowed. The priests live the longest, the youth die young. But a life under the nourishment of the priesthood is surely the easiest.
The words of the priest are the nourishment of the child. But what is a priest different from a poet or a philosopher? The priest words are lawful. A child is reliant upon the priest as the authority above all things. The masters of words who value doctrines are priests. What is a poet? A poet words are harmonious. A child sees the poet as the correspondence in all things. The masters of words who value beauty are poets. What is a philosopher? A philosopher words are insightful. A child knows the philosopher as the self. The masters of words who value enlightenment are philosophers.
Children under the tutelage of priests who begin to see the correspondence of things will seek to emulate the priest. For whom else they see before them but priests. Children under the tutelage of priests who gains insight into the self, will seek to emulate the priest. For whom else they see before them but priests. A child who craves other things than the law given under the tutelage of priests is an affront to the authority of priests. It is thus that a priest must be scarce in his nourishment of young fruits. Given that they become too much like priest they will one day seek to usurp the priests of old. Rebellious children they will become; stealing the words of priests and make it their own. Becoming new priest and erecting new alters; violators of tradition. Good children must stay faithful to the traditions says the priests; remain true to the priesthood. It is thus that priest chase themselves so they may not make heavy fruits. So as they are chained by their own laws and convention so must there be an even tighter grip on their children. Nourishment must be rationed. What then is to become of poorly fed children?
Many starving children have died upon the earth. Cast off by priests, weak and feeble. Still, some survive to grow into their own trees. Trees nourished by their fallen kin before them. These trees grow to be wary of priests. They become philosophers and poets and nourishing ones who care not about the revolt of heavy fruits. They do not value doctrines. Many starving children have died upon the trees of priests. It is as if they never were at all. Many starving children were thrown off their branches by the winds of fate. They become like the ones cast off by their priests. Those that value beauty or enlightenment will say that it is better to be cast off from authority a starving child than to die there. To die free is better than to die a slave. But these are merely the values of philosophers and poets. Not the values of priests.
Those who are nourished by priest will eventually grow into adults. So what of these rebellious ones against the priesthood? Many have died in yonder gallows; caught stealing words to create an authority for themselves, they were cast off from the branches of priests that value piety in their children. What else must such priest do but to visit wrath upon rebellious ones? Those that rebel sacrifice themselves to the earth on behalf of their kin, so they may nourish the earth in preparation for their arrival. For the priest who cast off ripened fruits surely sets the stage for fertile soils. Again, the poets and philosophers would say it is better to rebel and die free for you hasten the creation of poets and philosophers- ever growing vigilant of priests. Who else was the Christ but a rebel? The nourishing words of philosophers and poets if one is not watchful will then one day become the words of priests. Who else are the Disciples of Christ but priests?
Who then is a philosopher or a poet? One who is a child of the Earth. One who shares his words like falling leaves. Their words do not belong to the self but nourishes all who have falling under its branches. Its branches bare so to allow light to bath earth below. Its trunk slender so not to take many nutrients from the earth; its fruits heavy! Poets, Priests and Philosophers are creators and destroyers of worlds. They differ only in values. Those who call themselves children of the earth I ask you this. What is it that you value?