Clay

Imagine now, the King of Eyes. He sits atop his mountain, and through his magic he sees all. Yet within his throne room he is blind.

Do you fear him?

Imagine now, a goblin. You have trapped him, and he has bargained his freedom for a story. You agree, and he commands a passerby to tell a tale to you. The passerby mumbles a moment then continues on their way. The goblin smiles as the door to his cage opens.

Has he earned his freedom?

Imagine now a place, a wondrous realm of warmth and delight. Before you is a door, and you’re told any old key will open it, and beyond that door lies blissful rest. You quest until you find a key, then the Doorkeeper tells you that is not even remotely the correct key, and you should have known the door only accepts keys of brass, or wood, or bone. How do you react to that?

Imagine now, you join a monastery, then learn all the other monks have been there just a few months longer than yourself. Do they suddenly seem less wise? How do you perceive the head of the Order now?