“I fell into a ring of fire…” the old man of the tribe began.
Children, “Weren’t you burned?”
Smiling, “No, it wasn’t like the fire we sit near.”
“What was it?”
Continuing, “It was the fire of enlightenment.”
“What did it light?”
“Knowledge… My eyes were opened. I could finally see.”
“Were you blind before?”
“My eyes could see but I couldn’t.”
He saw their confusion.
He held up a seed, “Do you see the plant this will be?”
They replied they couldn’t.
“Yet it’s there waiting to grow. So it is with knowledge.”
The children were lost in discussion. The old man had planted the seed.