A Tale of Change

A quest of years finally came to the end of the beginning in a twilight conversation on the steps of a long, squat, dilapidated building. Lives that had but brushed against each other finally took converging paths on the tail of the setting sun: the young man finally met the sage. Having no personal experience of this sage, only loose and scattered tales of him, he knew little of what to expect. But he told this man the tale of his dream and his dad.

The sage smiled and posed a question.
“If tomorrow you decided you wanted to change how your house looked, how would you go about this?�
“I would have to decide what I wanted it to look like and then figure out how to get it there.�
“Right. What else?�
“You actually have to do it?�
“Good.�
“So what�
“Do you want to change the world?�
“Yeah, I do.�
“What do you want it to look like?�