The Fable of Honesty
So! -- this is an oldie, but... ..... .... uh... well... it's an oldie... where I come from.... (Originally posted on Themestream long, long ago in the early days of internet blogging. Recalled for purposes of contributing to a Facebook post about a similar satire in these modern days. I actually did have the dream as a dream, but with somewhat less detail. No doubt inspired by Gregory Boyd's Cynic Sage or Son of God , which I had been dictating to tape at the time.) I had a dream one night, that put me in one of those stressful situations which although highly improbable is still possible enough to be frightening. In this case, I found myself on a floodlit indoor lecturing stage at a small wooden desk with a microphone. This was to my left; on the other side of the stage, at a desk similar to mine, sat another man who looked very annoyed to be wasting his time there. Between us, set forward closer to the stage edge, stood a podium, also with microphone, and a transpare