Once upon a time there lived a special prince. This prince was good and faithful to his father the king but when it was time for him to become king he declined. He found himself not worthy of uniting and sustaining a kingdom. Instead he wanted to gain all the knowledge and wisdom from around the world and store it into a special rock. He could then take this rock with him everywhere he went and share all its wisdom.
His father was grieved but could not stop his son from making his own discission. So, with nothing but a desire to serve his kingdom the prince gave up his birth right and set off into the wilderness. The first thing that the prince came across was a wonderfully grown tree. The tree stood powerfully and majestically. Its roots were deep and firm, and its branches stretched far into the sky. All sorts of animals lived-in and perched-on the tree. The prince wished he could be like the tree. So the prince looked at the tree and said:
“How can I build a kingdom as mighty as yourself? You are deeply rooted, and you provide shelter and shade for many.”
The tree did not respond. The prince was not to mad at the tree but he dearly whished that the tree would reveal its secret. ‘Oh well’ thought the boy. He tossed his rock into his satchel slept under the tree for the night.
In the morning the ex-prince was awoken to the sound of rain falling heavily into the plains and forest. Not wanting to become wet the child ran until he found a cave and stayed there for cover. From this place of cover, he watched the rain. He saw the earth drink up the rain with great thirst and share it with all that grew from it. He wished that he could be like the rain and provide for his people. The boy held out his rock to absorb the energy from the rain, but the energy wouldn’t get absorbed. The child was slightly greaved that the rain wouldn’t shared its energy, but he couldn’t be too upset. The child then filled his flask from a newly formed pool and continued on his journey.
After an hour or so had past the young prince became hungry. The boy walked around until he found a tree with beautiful lush fruit. He took and ate and marveled at how tasty it was. You can probably guess the rest. The boy held up his precious rock to the fruit and asked that its nourishing energy be shared with his rock. The fruit did not respond, and the child continued on his way.
Eventually the child became sad. His big dreams and expectations for his kingdom seemed doomed. In his anger, he tossed his rock as far as he could became a vagabond.
Years later an old farmer walked through the forest and came across a peculiar looking rock. The old man took up the rock and through it in his satchel. As he continued down his way, he saw a middle-aged man wondering in the mountains.
“How do you do?” asked the farmer
“Oh nothing,” said the wonderer. “I have given up on my dreams and decided to roam the country instead.”
“What was your dream” asked the old farmer?
“It was to find the wisdom to unite the kingdom”
“Ahh, I see,” Said the farmer, “Perhaps you can take this lucky rock for good luck.”
The farmer stretched out his hand with the same rock that the old prince had lost long ago. The prince could hardly believe that the rock had come back to him and he took it as a sign.
“Dear farmer,” Said the prince, “Will you show me how to plant this rock so that its energy might grow from it?”
The farmer was hesitant at first but soon agreed to the challenge.
The two walked together. Soon they arrived some 60 dallengers from city walls. The farmer then began to explain to the middle-aged prince how to grow rocks.
“To grow a rock,” said the farmer, “it must first be turned into seed. Once the rock becomes organic it must be planted near a good source of pure water and it must only be surrounded by good energy.”
“Thank you for your help.” Said the prince “I will be on my way now to turn this rock into a seed.”
The first thing on the agenda then, what to figure out how to turn the rock into something other than a rock. To do this the prince took his special rock to a spiritual forest. Within this forest lived an Elf and a horse and an Ogre. They were all friends and they were more than happy to assist the child in his endeavor.
The problem, however, was that all three had a different idea of how to turn the rock into a growth vessel.
The elf spoke first: “I think that we should gather some magical leaves and stir it into a great big pot and add one drop of a nymphs tear. Then we can drop the rock into the pot, and it will become life-like.”
“That is foolish!” exclaimed the Ogre. “I reckon that we smash the rock with another rock so hard that they fuse together and become life-like.”
The horse did not speak, but everyone got the idea that he thought the rock should be taken to the top of the nearest mountain with the highest peak and let it to be struck by lightning.
The prince was baffled that everyone had such contrasting idea. Nevertheless, he decided to take everyone’s advice.
He made a potion on top of the highest peak and smashed it all whilst it was being struck my lightning. The lightning strike destroyed the prince. However, the surrounding area was left with a beautiful majestic tree. It was the most useful useless tree. It was not great for lumber and it didn’t produce much fruit. But the tree was the most beautiful of all trees. People would take time out of their days just to look at the tree and to sit under its branches. The tree could be seen from the kingdom and people were united in its beauty.
Inside the Mind 