View

A man wished to see the view from the top of a nearby mountain, but refused to make the effort to climb up it. Every now and then though, however it would come about, he might make something of an effort, even quite genuine, but after a while he’d get fed up or disheartened about this effort and come back down again. He ended up even quite bitter about the view and how much was expected of one to get to see it, not secondhand but for oneself that is, in the flesh. 

He had mixed feelings when hearing of people, armed I suppose with a bit of discipline, who seemingly did get to see it. “If they, why not I? . . .” “Who says they saw it? And are we supposed to just take their word for it?! I bet they saw nothing!” That kind of stuff.