When metaphors come to life

[hrj]

A couple weeks ago, during a kerfluffle on one of my e-mail lists about a person being upset that the list failed to respond (or rather, not respond) in a specific way to a specific type of posting, I suppressed the urge to post a metaphor about how if I were to create an intricate sand painting on a public walkway, I wouldn't really have a reasonable basis for throwing a fit it some kids ran through it and messed it up, because I was the one co-opting a public space for something contrary to its primary purpose. Well lookit here. News items on this story alternate between blaming the mother for not supervising her kid more closely and praising the fatalistic patience and forgiveness of the monks. Well, I say it was the floor of a public place of business fergoodnessakes. If you're going to create a piece of performance art in the middle of a public walkway, it shouldn't be any great surprise or marvel if somebody walks through it!

Comments

[kahnegabs.livejournal.com]

Yes, the monks are more into the meditation than the result, so the distriction's of little concern to them. They are fine.

I was more concerned that a mother left a child so young unattended while she was in the post office. For goodness sake, anyone could have walked off with him while he was playing on the mandala. The child in not in good hands. That makes me sad.