dispute [Theme] Page 3

They carry a vessel with precious liquid, everyone falls down, everyone kisses and adores the vessel that encloses this precious, living moisture, and then suddenly people get up and begin to shout: "Blind! what do you kiss the vessel: the road is only life-giving moisture, it contains, expensive contents, not containing, and you kiss glass, simple glass, adore the vessel and attribute all holiness to glass, so you forget about its precious contents! Idolaters! Throw the vessel, break it, adore only living moisture, not glass!" And then the vessel breaks, and the living moisture, precious contents, spills on the ground and disappears into the ground, of course. The vessel was broken and moisture was lost. But while the moisture has not gone all into the ground, turmoil rises: in order to save something that survived in the broken shards, they begin to shout that a new vessel is needed, they begin to argue how and from what to make it. The argument starts from the beginning; and immediately, from the very first two words, the dispute goes into a letter. They are ready to bow to this letter even more than the previous one, if only to get a new vessel as soon as possible; but the dispute hardens, people break up into hostile piles, and each bunch carries away for itself a few drops of the remaining precious moisture in their special multi-caliber, everywhere typed cups and is no longer communicated with other piles. Each with his cup wants to be saved, and in each individual bunch new disputes begin again. Idolatry is intensified as many times as the shards broke the vessel.