The Parable of the Bus Depot: On Pursuing Illusory Ends:
I figure there's got to be a parable for life here somewhere. In my dream this morning I was in some city, and I needed to find the bus station to catch a bus to some other city I had to get to. I needed to hurry. So I stopped at a hotel I was passing and asked the concierge for the directions to the bus depot. He told me that we were on 34th street and 12th avenue, and that the bus depot was at 34th street and 34th avenue, in other words 22 blocks away. So I started off in a walking as fast as I could up 34th street in the direction indicated by the concierge. I figured I would keep my eye out for a city bus and catch it if one happened to come by. As I was hurrying along I passed a little artificial pond and slipped and fell in. I wasn't too happy because I was wearing my tweed jacket, but I thought, "No time to worry about that now, I just have to keep going and get to the bus before it leaves!" So I pulled myself out, shook a little of the water out, and