The enlightened man had spent years gaining his wisdom. He had retreated to the deep valleys where no sound exists. He had brought with him a thousand troubles, very specific, and related to the thing that the people worshipped.

"I am concerned with what the people worship and so go into the wood to purify myself," he told his friends.

Years passed and they forgot about him. Did he not forget about himself? He desired more than anything to drive the oppression from him and bring hope back to his disillusioned people.

His friends collected one evening for dinner and were shocked to find their old friend there, among them, half in disguise. The astounded friends couldn't believe it and began to probe him about his experiences. He revealed to them a vision that he could not explain by mere words but expressed anyway. For days on end they celebrated. Great and good health seemed to return to the people.

Filled with the power of acceptance he went to the people and as he revealed his vision was appropriately torn to pieces by the starving women.

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