March and the Shepherd Once upon a time there was a shepherd that had more sheep and

rams than the shore of the sea had grains of sand. With all this, his soul was always burdened with the fear that one of them could die. The winter was long, and the shepherd bid the months: December, be favorable to me! January, do not kill my animals with freezing cold! February, if you are good to me, I will honor you always! The months were listening to the shepherds prayers, and sensitive as they are to each act of homage, they granted them. They sent neither rain nor hail, nor livestock diseases, and the sheep and the wethers continued to graze all winter long and they didnt even catch a cold. March also passed. That is, the month most difficult of character, and it went well. The last day of the month arrived, and by now the shepherd was no longer afraid of anything. Now it was April, the springtime, and the flock was safe. He quit his

usual supplicant tone, and chose to laugh scornfully and play the braggart: Oh March! Oh March! You who are the terror of flocks, to whom do you believe to give fright? To the lambs? Ah ah March, I am no longer afraid! We are in spring, you cannot hurt me, third-rate March; you can go to hell! Upon hearing the ingrate that dared to talk like that to him, March felt a fly jump to his nose (became perturbed). Offended, he ran to his brother Aprils house and said to him: Oh my brother April, Lend me three of your days To punish the shepherd boy that I want to make repent. April, who was fond of his brother March, lent him the three days. For starters, March ran all around the world, gathered the winds, tempests and pestilences that were around and unloaded it all on the flocks of the shepherd. On the first day, the

wethers and sheep that werent in good shape died. On the second day, it was the lambs turn. On the third day, not a single living animal remained in all the flock, and the shepherd was left with only his eyes to cry.

March and the Shepherd is a fictional work whose origins are based in and stem from the tradition of Italian folklore. This particular legend is quite popular, which may be compared to Little Red Riding Hood, a widely known fable among the people of the U.S., also stemming from Italian origins, by the way, and is taught to children at a very early age, along with many other famous fairytales. It is important to take note and ponder the implications of rendering palatable an inconspicuously and complexly rich plate of such delicious treat of realizing that there is really more to the composition than initially meets the eye. After the internalization of these superior groupings,

conclusions and assertions that are hidden in the many forms of the retold new version of a story each time someone reads it, advanced thoughts without being consciously aware of performing the act of ideas as a single idea. This allows the concepts within the tale to be defined without specific prescription of meaning, but rather a contextual description of meaning, told at different stages in your physical and mental development. The same stories that we learn as children remain with us all With each retelling of the story, the story itself may be seen as splitting into certain breeds depending on the nature of the alterations that make themselves manifest through the unique position of itself at any given moment, until, at some point, it takes the image of form of being that truly does exist, but it is so far off from the previously originating or point perceived point of conceptualization that may have at some other time

and place been known, told time and time again. Since it has maintained its existence in the temporal realm of the oral tradition, it has not always had the luxury of resisting change as well as it does now, relative to the same amount in the world, of course. With more people being born every second than ever before, the amount of space per capita on this planet is diminishing at a rate equal to the inverse of the same point in time on an exponential growth graph of its population, represented by a decay graph, people that were once separate are now forced to get along with and share the territory that is inhabited by another people that maintain their own respective ideas separate from your own. These things, when grouped with the fairly recent development of a frighteningly homogenous version of the idea of mass media, push for globalization, and the growing threat of monoculturalism supported and perpetrated by that same conglomerate, the television, and the

internet have all contributed to the growing facility in the exchange of propositions about the world in which we live as well as the quest to actually achieve some form of truth in this form. with a commonly accepted standard textual form the proliferation and propagation of translations and transformations relative to its placement within the various dimensions of existence have caused the original purpose and initial intent, produced results of its progenitors choice to toil in the creation of this story to become shrouded amongst the forest of trees that have sprouted from the planting several parameters to be considered one of a few different types of works, some having overlapping qualifications, almost the same but, the slight differences that exist among them will allow me to better convey future assertions, so please, bear with me; amazingly, it is contemporaneously a parable, fable, apologue, and allegory all rolled into one. This collection is,

contrastingly in spite of yet especially because of, each additional rendition, it becomes to the conscious object finding itself witness to a perceptible permutations manifested in the representational forms novel channeling of the original compilations original meaning determine of the interpreted perception of reality as it is appears to be existing and interacting with our beings presently all throughout our being of cohesive thought patterns of diverse etymology shadow figures with which we see and believe ourselves to be interacting interpretation of an individual abstract discernable aspects of reality based upon previous interactions of the self as perceived by itself and the other of actual ideas, such as months of the year, animals, specifically livestock, and people, in this case a clever shepherd boy, contained within the relation individually act as symbolic labels used by the initial composer to lead the reader to certain

conclusions upon completion allowing the performance of another sentient being to reference the uniquely extant and simultaneously lacking in fluctuations for which we have developed a sense that we are aware of that is capable of recognizing the differentiations and fluctuations of such collections of ideas previously experienced in a manner active incapacity and process and attachment construed together to form a cast of main characters whose purposes in existing and any perceived permutations, both possible and impossible, are superficial at best and vulgar at worst. The original body which happened to have

the part of receiving these thoughts on the shadows of the development of existence. We can never actually see what exists, even our own selves are illusions meant to distract and divert you from realizing the truth about existence. We must give up all conventional thought and look to radical ideas and thoughts of perception and appearance and

what everything actually is and, more importantly, how and why things are the way they are to bring about a fresh momentum to the human race in its translation and eventual transformation across space and time and all the dimensions we can imagine as well as those that we cannot, so that we may then ponder on ideas that are more than exponentially distant from the ideas of our predecessors. They must have felt ingenious, but the realizations to which we are making ourselves avail these days is amazing to me. The average time for our beings to acquire knowledge about our existence is rapidly dividing itself into smaller and smaller pieces. This is all in relation to the human thought pattern and idea process, though. What about all the creatures that have ever existed and will exist far beyond the distinction of human beings on a planet known somehow to sometime to somebody as Earth? A new future, one ripe with the extravagance of unimaginable wonders that bring us

so far beyond what we are at present. We are lead astray from the acquisition of knowledge and complete and total understanding of the true form of the self. What nature could have dreamt in the dreams of our dreams, we can We all take our positions in accordance the sheet music of our life that has a definite made especially for us, based on the unique combination of circumstance and placement of the other parts in relation to your part; you to your part to the symphony of the instruments that our being make performance plays its part in the biggest game of telephone mixed with the intensity of a hit and run in aspects of being and transforming through its within the

universe of which it has been distinguished as a specific part worthy of note. The paradox of the situation is that our notion of what an author does is completely wrong. All perceived reality is actually a false notion naively believed to be the truth, but in actuality it is nothing more than the

result of the interactions of the pressures and releases of existence and its constituents that are distinguished from the rest by the circumstance of our sentient minds journey in this bottle of flesh floating in an endless sea. The water moves the bottle along on its journey tossing it from side to side, gently bobbing, then the next thing that makes itself apparent to an observer is the hurricane that has swept over the violently thrashing it in a chaotic storm. If we are the bottle, still human, able to swim where we may, but overall incapable of actually incurring any real causality beyond that which has been dictated by the nature of the specific existence of the materials we are composed, nothing more. All of the unique thoughts and ideas boil down to the fact that we always have been and always will be part of this universe and no matter what parameters for how distinguishable or notable we are among the endless ocean, if you get far back enough, one becomes a

mere speck, lacking any dimension whatsoever. Perception is based in position and the position of an object in that universe and all of the other objects to it are governed by a complex mathematical formula that we cannot even begin to try to imagine what do not decide what they do. It

has already been decided for them, and they must oblige. The story compiled itself, and the body in which the mind that was made privy to a shadow of the truth, not quite an outright lie, but the next best thing to actually knowing, seeing and understanding the real thing, as the shadows basis is, after all, in the figure or image of the perceived truth. This extended metaphor is a false realization of reality and is even more so than the perceived truth of our everyday lies, because its form is the result of the transformation in the recollection of that shadow over time available about existence should consider themselves the luckiest things in the universe, are governed by

the constant shifting of the universe that was set in motion when this universe was formed, not by the author or composer. We, as well as the characters in the story, though non-sentient object experienced within the dimensions we have senses capable of discerning fluctuations and a truly physical object incorrectly labeled as mental because we cannot see or sense it physically now due to the evolutionary stage of the human race, imperceptible to the human body, yet imaginable, at all lie in the intentions and desired result effected in this consolidation of thoughts and the recounting of this fabrication by the marker in highlighting specific ideas with the privilege of being called out in comparison to the rest of existence. In terms of and in relation to the several true and actual purposes that we maintain within ourselves innately simply by having been, continuing to be, possibly always having been and possibly always going to be similar objects

occupying the same grouping of dimensions that are they themselves extant within the same universe, and being governed in the same manner as all other forms of matter that constitute the whole of the existence that is the universe as it shifts our conception of perception and vice-versa. In the end, the intent of the creator was not to create a work that he saw realized everyday, but rather he/she desired that this conjoining of beliefs, as we must realize that they are indeed beliefs that form the basis of our postulations about existence and not knowledge; that we truly know nothing at all. The composer was to produce some desire as well as its own seeming through its never-ending expansion, lies in the purpose of it and thusly its appearance, which may have some interesting implications. Although it is impossible for us to ever truly perceive, realize, and know, let alone make that truth manifest itself within and/or without ourselves and/or others, just as the

characters in this story are strictly bound to the inevitable and continuous development of a deliberately ordered series of hypothetical events imagined and organized by a conscious mind traveling through the dimensions of existence encapsulated within some form of a material body capable of perceiving, interpreting, systematizing, and drawing assertions about what is considered by the being to be both physical and non-physical, i.e. that which is perceptible and imperceptible to it, manifestations of space, which is limited to the forms of perception a being is capable of using to interpret and imagine so as to develop a sense of it, and perhaps later, some physical capacity for interpreting fluctuations in matter referents

that the being lacks capacity to directly observe and/or experience impossible to even perceive based on the perception of the reactions of their self in relation to various other selves that happen to find themselves existing within the same

universe at the same point in time and relatively close to the as the witness exists, and then for the specific purpose of imparting proscriptions about the nature and manner of the existence of specific aspects/appearance of that to another capable of interpreting the many symbolic renditions that have been produced over time, of this tale in a manner relative to their own understanding of experiences and events witnessed prior to another beings account of actual experiences and events that took place before the conceptualization and telling of this tale capable of leading one to knowledge of abstract ideas and morals that are pertinent to the orator/authors goals as a being in existence, as they without

experiencing first-hand all of the events of which a mind has need to stimulate the connections between several observed reactions of existence. Reach the new level of understanding about existence, fulfills and the appropriate

prescriptions to be labeled as a parable, fable, apologue, and allegory, and though it does contain animals, it is not an allegory originating from Italian folklore. Since its initial composition and subsequent conveyance, lamming the confining prison of its womb and kiln, the plane of its manifestation, the mind of its first composer, and possible posterior recollection of having imagined such a thing at some other point in time and space, perhaps, by the intelligence that finds itself existing yet again within the same time and place of existence as the true object, the compilation of many concepts brought together as one whole, through the focus of its intelligence upon the same ideas, shadows, reactions to the mere existence and continuation thereof, of the former being, that are/were perceptible to it were actions performed by the referent whose presence as an object that exists within the same universe as an intelligence that also found itself temporarily bound within a

form of the once felt by the and attempting to construct the previously made image of the true reality and existence of the story, although, it is in a different time, in a different body, and, more than likely, in a different place, ultimately experienced via a minds vessel, and become known through some manner, be it versed in a manner oral, textual or corporeal in nature, or any combination thereof, to anyone else, ever, that is to say, at least not in the exact same manner as its originator, for, first of all, no one can really understand or know anything at all, and, secondly, the singular idea being referenced by this parable that does exist somehow, somewhere and in at least one or more of the many dimensions of which the universe in which we exist as particular elements manifested with varying capacities and based upon the forms in which we find ourselves realized, which are reactions to actions undertaken by existence itself and for reasons impossible to

conceive, let alone truly understand,

by the

progression of space through time, and witnessing this progression, known reality that unfolds within and without us constantly the universe we inhabit, embodies the whole grouping of thoughts and ideas, being as they are only shadows of the true existence of things, perceived through the mortal coil as past events witnessed after-the-fact and never truly seen or known, bound by one intelligence can technically be formed by another intelligence created by that originator may be reached the perpetuation of this parable through the oral tradition, and eventual distribution in document form through transcription into text(s), it has seen many forms, having had its essential meaning altered time and time again from that of the original intended by its creator by the contributions of several individuals in and of itself; thusly edited and contribute addendum several authors, each incorporating their own

individual goal(s)/intentions/prerogatives to the work

Marzo e il pastore una parabola del folklore italiano. Oggi il 31 di marzo, mi viene in mente una leggenda.. Marzo e il Pastore Ai tempi dei tempi Marzo aveva 30 giorni, mentre Aprile ne aveva 31. Orbene, il pastore ogni giorno, accompagnando il gregge al pascolo, incontrava Marzo e con lui scambiava qualche parola: - Ciao, Marzo! - Ciao, Pastore! Dove stai andando?Al monte o al piano? - B, oggi andr al piano, mi sembra che ci sia pi sole l... - Bravo, fai bene... ci vediamo! E Marzo, di corsa, andava al piano a scatenare un bel temporale. A sera i due si ritrovavano: - Come va, pastore? - Benissimo: sono stato al monte: un tempo favoloso! - Bene bene, son contento per te, pastore.

- Allora ciao, Marzo, a domani. - A domani, pastore! Il giorno dopo, Marzo incontr il pastore e gli fece: - Allora, oggi che fai? Mi sembra che al monte ci sia un sole splendido. - E' vero, grazie, andr proprio al monte, oggi! A sera... - Com' andata oggi? - Benissimo, sono stato al piano: un'aria tiepida, un cielo limpido...Sembrava primavera. - Sono proprio contento, pastore! - disse Marzo, che invece si rodeva dalla rabbia, avendo scatenato la tempesta al monte... Per farla breve, ogni giorno il pastore la scampava... Finiti i 30 giorni del mese, il pastore incontr ancora Marzo: - E oggi dove vai? - Ah, oggi ne ne sto al piano, faccio meno fatica. Marzo era passato e il pastore si sentiva molto pi tranquillo, cos fece quello che aveva detto. Ma Marzo and di corsa da suo fratello Aprile e si fece prestare un giorno: cos pot attuare la vendetta scatenando l'ira di Dio al piano. A sera si ritrovarono: - Allora, pastore, com' andata oggi?

- Non me ne parlare! Tuoni, fulmini, grandine grossa come uova... A stento sono riuscito a mettere in salvo il gregge! Mi sono preso anche il raffreddore! E cos da quella volta Marzo ebbe 31 giorni, perch si era fatto prestare un giorno da Aprile.