Everything Else

In a land in our time there lived a man, who read a book and found lots of wonderful stories therein. There were true and invented stories, experienced and pensive, enjoyable and painful stories. There were stories which contained stories, and such which were actually not stories. For every story he read, there occurred to him nearly five which he had either experienced or thought up himself. So the thought came to him, that a lot in the world was a story which could be healing for himself and others; he only needed to absorb the healing stories well and to forget the terrible ones immediately. Then he would learn which story he had used when and for what. So he organised his own stories which he knew, and which had become a help to himself and others, or could become so. Sometimes he noted it down when a new story came to his ears and sometimes when a helpful story occurred to him, he memorised it.

Then he saw before him in a picture the storystories of this life arranged in long shelves, as in a large pharmacy. And behind the counter there sat a man who had learnt to listen to himself and others. He was a master of his subjectspecialty. His talent was that he understood how to tell the right thing at the right time to himself and to those who visited him.

Therapy Success

“Your body needs exercise”, the doctor had said to him. “What about doing some sports? You wish to prevent further heart attacks, don’t you?” Yes, of course he wished for this. But sports? Reluctantly he decided on a hypnosis session. He liked the therapy. He just had to sit in an armchair and listen to stories about racing horses and working elephants. “This is just like watching TV”, he said to his therapist.

Two weeks later they met by coincidence while shopping in the town. “How are you doing?” the therapist asked. “Great”, the man replied. “On Mondays and Thursdays, I go jogging, on Tuesdays and Fridays, I’m in a fitness studio and on Wednesdays and Saturdays I play table-tennis. On Sundays I go for a hike in the country and apart from this…” “Oh”, said the therapist, “Why don’t you come by and see me sometime next week?”