“Delicious!” A man yells, from a grassy knoll to those passing back and forth on the road below, as he points in the direction of a large structure beside him. He excitedly invites the travelers to join him in celebration of deliciousness.
Another beside that man extols the virtue of “home cooked” and describes images on the structure as being nutritious food. She implores, “come dine with me!” Then, in a hushed voice, she tells the travelers who listen that the guy yelling delicious is a simpleton and there’s much more to be told about the object than that one word. She hands the traveler a chunk of the structure to eat.
Others stand very near the structure seemingly oblivious to their surroundings. They bow their heads reverently as they memorize portions of the structure. They ignore the travelers while reading ritualistically. Some carefully catalog and categorize the colors, pictures, shapes and the sequence of letters on the object. Amid their detailed analysis, they warn each other about those who got into discussions with travelers that were led away and distracted from studying by the groups furthest from the structure.
To the left of the guy yelling “delicious” sits a group sitting smugly in the shade of the object. One tells the others, “it is just wood and canvas and intended as a place to shelter.” They discuss together the materials that the structure is constructed of and theorize the process of how it was built. And, other than lofty arguments over how to distribute the available protection of the shelter, this group rests confidently knowing they better understand the purpose of the object than the others.
Just then another traveler rounds the bend, he looks at the reverenced structure, utters the words, “delicious home cooked food just ahead.” And then attempts conversation with the others about the meaning of the structure. For his perspective on the structure (that it is a marker pointing ahead rather than a destination point or object of worship) he is ridiculed as a dreamer, condemned as dangerous and ignored as boring. Eventually, with night falling, he tells the other travelers, “follow me to the restaurant advertised on the billboard.” They leave the object beside the road.
Those sitting left of the structure shrug and continue their lofty discussion. The guy yelling delicious is now dancing with tears running down his face having forgotten about the travelers already. The rest of those gathered on the knoll lament the lack of dedication to the structure. Some double down on their efforts to worship the structure, they warn all the more passionately against ever leaving the structure and continue trying to find their sustenance in the structure.
Meanwhile, just down the road, as the sun slips beneath the horizon, two travelers sit comfortably at a table eating a home cooked meal. “Delicious!” One traveler says to the others…