MORON

Imagine a happy group of morons
who are engaged in work.
They are carrying bricks
in an open field.

As soon as they have stacked all
the bricks at one end of the field,
they proceed to transport them
to the opposite end.
This continues without stop
and everyday of every year they
are busy doing the same thing.

One day one of the morons
stops long enough to ask himself
what he is doing.

He wonders what purpose
there is in carrying the bricks.
And from that instant on
he is not quite as content
with his occupation as he had been before.

I am the moron
who wonders why
he is carrying the bricks.


EXISTENTIAL PSYCHOTHERAPY, Yalom 1980