once upon a time, there lived a violinist. she was beautiful beyond compare, and the music she played..to say it was majestic would be an understatement. it was monstrous, thunderous, as if it could move mountains and dry seas with one more, just one more note.
but her eyes...it was cold. there was no other word for it. it was cold. if you stare into her eyes just long enough, you could practically feel your ground give way and fall into the deep, dark, abyss of her empty eyes. her music drew plenty of souls and touched the lives of many, but nothing touched her. music couldn't, poetry couldn't, love shouldn't and charity didn't make any sense to her.
needless to say, she broke the hearts of many young men, heedless to their claims that they couldn't and wouldn't live without her.
what about the violinist herself?? she immersed and buried herself deep into her music, travelling all over the world, trying to find that simple something to tell her what emotion is, and assure her that life is worth living.
one day, on an empty, dusty road. she met someone.
that someone was covered with cloaks, and looked as if he had been travelling on the road for years. ah. someone like me, she thought. he MUST be searching for something in life, also. i'll travel with him, and see where he brings me.
the man taught her so much. how to live in places that looked so bare your breath would whoosh out of you with so much as a glance at it. how to protect herself. how to take advantage of whatever's available. in short, he taught her how to survive.
but he still didn't teach her about life-the laughter, the merriment, the sadness, grief, expectations, joy and everything that made living worthwhile.
one week later, he told her to leave. he said that he was searching for the answer to a question.
"what question??"
"the answer to THE question."
before she turned her back on him, she got something from him, wrapped in a tight bundle.
"here", he whispers. "you need this.take it."
th violinist took it, left and came to the shade of an oak tree.
she sat on a boulder, and started to open the bundle-a book. she read it.
and read.
and read.
until the tears came out of her eyes, and she laughed as she advanced with the plot, and cried when the heroine died.
she had found life.
