
There are few signs of the grandeur hidden behind the plain wooden doors with flaking blue paint and there are few signs of delusion of grandeur behind the figure in a faded blue kasaya recklessly reaching for the door handle. It is adventurous to reach for the handle of the door into the unknown, it is foolhardy to seek out another and another, it is reckless to do it this many times. Perhaps this door with the flaking blue paint is the final handle to be reached for. Perhaps this door will reveal what is sought.
The heavy wooden door with the flaking blue paint closed with a thumping finality behind the reckless figure, now in the courtyard of a small temple. The reckless figure, a mature student of these matters, has not seen a temple quite like this one. It has parts that are not often seen together, fascia that clash with decorative sculptures that clash with symbolic totems. Much like the reckless mature student who has gathered together a patchwork of disparate beliefs to heart.
To the right of the reckless lifelong student is a set of pegs, and a sign that reads: ALL ENTERING THE HOUSE OF MASKS MUST DISROBE, DON THE PROFFERED MASK, AND TAKE A VOW OF SILENCE.
The lifelong student is not reckless.
The lifelong student is proactive in seeking to fill that existential void of deeper meaning within all of us and thus, without hesitation, removes the faded blue kasaya, dons the GRASSHOPPER mask and climbs the steps to the entrance of the temple.
The ANTS were industrious
Working hard, planning for their future
GRASSHOPPER was a romantic
And loved to sing
And sing GRASSHOPPER did
Through youth and into middle age
Until bedraggled, hungry with begging cup in hand
GRASSHOPPER approached the ANTS
The ANTS laughed at the tenacity
They sent GRASSHOPPER away
Hungry, cold and destitute