The good doctor sifts the soft yellow sand through his fingers, scooping a handful up and letting it drain away. The boy sitting next to him seems hyponised by this, yet het has been listening, hanging on the older man's words, hanging on the imparted wisdom.
"No amount of goodness done in this life can erase all that has been done in wickedness, my friend," continues Doctor Krishna, "But every act of goodness done now, today, as if suddenly awakening from an eternal sleep, every act of goodness is as important as each grain of this sand. Once a mountain, once a star, once a human skull, once food in a bird's belly, each and every grain of sand tells a tale if we are interested enough to listen."
The boy sits a few moments in silence, then asks "And if i choose not to act in goodness?"
"This my fellow is like murder in the first degree: there is knowledge, there is motivation, there is then a choice to ignore the good and choose wickedness."
"And if i live a life in ignorance?"
With the sand still running through his fingers, calmy, methodically, with grace and ease, Krishna answers him with a chuckle, "Sadly, my dear fellow, i have now enlightened you with a grand Truth and your attentive listening has cast you forever out of darkness into the light."
The boy thinks on this for a while. The noises of the forest behind them mingle with the river before them and in the distance the brash urban cacophany is pleasantly ambient. In the stream, a blue salamander with an unusually large penis briefly watches them, but neither of them notice it; Shiva blesses them and swims on.
"Fret not, my boy," Dr. Krishna offers, clearing his throat majestically while standing to depart, "With each act of kindness, the next gets easier. The resistance you feel is actually unnatural. Goodness is a part of you like the sands supporting this river, under our feet with each and every step of our lives. And so growing in light, growing in peace, freedom, compassion and wisdom, you will be truly alive, serving goodness and thus, serving the Truth that is beyond khamma, higher than the gods, deathless, perfection. Know this embrace, " he offers, brushing down his pants and heading back to town, "And don't forget to have fun while you're at it."
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