Namaste, Welcome to SAM-VAD (Together In Conversation), Last week I drew your attention to, ‘Teaching Stories’, what they are and what is their utility. This week let me bring to your attention a teaching story which is extracted from an interesting and thought provoking work, by Idries Shah, ‘The Idries Shah Anthology.’
The High Cost Of Learning
There was once a sage who set up business in the market place as a seller of knowledge.
One of his customers was a young man, newly married, who wanted to test out this strange form of commerce. ‘How much is your knowledge, if I buy it piece by piece?’ He asked the wise man.
‘It can cost as much or as little as you can offer, but the advice will be proportionate to the price in its usefulness,’ was the answer.
‘Very well,’ said the young man, I’ll try a piece for one copper coin.’
‘The advice is,’ replied the sage, Don’t eat more than you have to, and get exercise – or you’ll get fat!’
‘Nothing cheap without reason,’ thought the customer to himself. Aloud he said:
‘What can I have for five pieces of copper?’
‘For five I can tell you that if you neglect your duty, you may lose eighteen years of your life!’
‘I shall certainly try not to have that happen to me; but what will you tell me for one silver piece?’
‘For that I can tell you that if you attempt to act without a proper basis and lack of understanding, you will ruin your life.’
Partly out of politeness to the older man, whom he now thought of as perhaps a little mad, or perhaps just a minor swindler, the youth thanked him and said to himself, ‘Perhaps what I have learnt today is to follow my own good sense and not to try to buy advice when I should gain wisdom by experience.
He put the whole matter out of his mind.
Not long afterwards, the young man was walking along a street when he saw a beggar, who said to him: ‘It is your duty to give alms, and I call upon you in the name of that duty, so that good shall befall you and so that evil shall be averted!’
Instead of giving the man anything, he started to walk faster, muttering, ‘May God give you something!’
It so happened that his increasing his speed brought him face to face with a military patrol whose task it was to capture strong young men for the army, for the king of his country was waging a war. He was seized and spent the next eighteen years in fighting and captivity.
This gave him a great deal of time to think, and the words about the eighteen years which would be taken from his life if he failed his duty now bore strongly upon his mind.
Finally he was ransomed, and found himself back in his native town, looking for the house where he had left his wife, such a long time before. No sooner had he approached the building than he saw a woman, whom he recognised as his wife, going through the front door with a young man, holding him by the hand.
The blood rushed to his head, and he put his hand to his sword, thinking, ‘I might as well die for murder, but I cannot stand the sight of this infidelity!’
Then he remembered the words of the sage: ‘If you attempt to act without proper basis and lack of understanding, you will ruin your life.’ At that moment he could not see that there was any lack of understanding, or that there was no proper basis for killing the miscreants. But somehow he restrained himself, just in case there was some better course of action.
All that day he walked about,