A mass of stonean crustacean, rotating about on it’s axis, rarely accumulates a measurable amount of bryophytic vegetation (a rolling stone gathers no moss). In other words, an active writer is free of “the psychological vegetation” that can choke the imagination of the writer who has lost his momentum

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This short story was found on http://www.inspiredinside.com, author unknown. If you can identify the author, I would like to give proper credit. Thanks.

A man meets a guru in the road. The man asks the guru, “which way is success?”

The berobed, bearded sage speaks not but points to a place off in the distance.

The man, thrilled by the prospect of quick and easy success, rushes off in the appropriate direction. Suddenly, there comes a loud “SPLAT.” Eventually, the man limps back, tattered and stunned, assuming he must have misinterpreted the message. He repeats his question to the guru, who again points silently in the same direction.

The man obediently walks off once more. This time the splat is deafening, and when the man crawls back, he is bloody, broken, tattered, and irate. “I asked you which way is success,” he screams at the guru. “I followed the direction you indicated. And all I got was splatted! No more of this pointing! Talk!”

Only then does the guru speak, and what he says is this: “Success IS that way. Just a little PAST splat.”

Carl Bromley
Local4All.com

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