Humanity and stones

The master walked up the stairs slowly as he thought to himself, "Age is sure catching up." On turning the corner, he stubbed his toe and let out a string of curses to the gods, at the bloody stone which was indeed bloody as it had drawn blood, and most importantly to himself. It amused him that the stone just lay there. He hobbled to the wash where he washed and wrapped his toe that was till bleeding. Walking painfully to the terrace, he sat down and put his feet up.
The student came running through the house and climbed the satirs, turning the same corner he more r less collided with the stone and let out a string of vulgarities that made Hades blush in the underworld. Limping towards the terrace, the student flopped onto a couch and put up his injured foot.
And so there they were. Master and Student, mates in pain.
"Pain sucks.", went the student.
"It does doesnt it? Would you rather not have pain?" the Master asked.
"Oh yes, only pleasure would do for me. This pain, physical emotional or whatever else sucks and is a deterrent to happiness." the student said smugly, sure he had gotten the master into checkmate.
The master looked at the student and smiled. and launched into his soliloqy...
"Our pain is what separates us from stones or plants, or trees, or... Im sure you get the point. In order to be fully human we must experience pain, we must experience emotions and feelings that tug at our heart and cause us to curse obscenely..
In a world that is rife wih emotionless people doing what they can to get ajead in the rat race, it is our humanity, our ability to feel pain that makes us realise we are still, above all, only human. Pleasure all the time? Itell you now that we would be insane.  We need that balance to remind us that we are only human.
Our humanity will save us when all is lost, when robots take over the world and we feel like there is no hope. The ability to feel one's pain to empathise, toknow that someone out there feels for you, is why humans will always need others.
Stones have no feelings. they are  inanimatus And we find that when we are in so much pain, we wish we too were inanimate. But the pain continmues to remind us that all is not fine. And as such to get rid of the pain we fix the problem."
The master walked to the corridor and came back with the accursed stone as the student had began to refer to it.

"When all we feel is pain and when all is lost, its our humanity that saves us from ourselves. The pain, as they say, only makes the joy that much greater."
With that he cast the stone into the garden.

Loss and Love...

The student came to the m,aster forlorn and full of grief.
"What is the matter dear child?" he asked.
"I fear I have lost my hear...." the student chocked.
To anyone this would have sounded absurd but the philosopher loojked at the student with pity in his eyes and motioned him to come near.
"I pray you listen dear child, I pray you listen. To lose one's mind is an affliction that with the right medicine can be overcome. For if one is in insane they know not that they are insane and as such they are fine. To lose one's sight is sad but beautiful, for one can now see the wonders of the world through his heart and remember what he has lost. The same applies to the hearing and the sense of touch...to lose these is saddening but to lose one's heart...is tragic.
We live so we may love and if we lose our love then what do we have? For more than oft a man has set out on a journey to find his love and come back forlorn. I could speak of heroes taken from our eyes because of love. Hercules descended into the depths of Hades for his love. Achilles fought for the love of battle and was taken for it. Jesus came to earth for love and for love, died.
You speak of loss of love? But is it really lost if it can still dreg up the most saddenning images in your head? Is it really gone if your heart still vbeats for the same person you claim to have lost? They say it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. How true my child. How true. Often we cast aside our masks for the sake of love, for the need to reveal who we truly are to the ones we love. And at times this is shoved back in our faces.
We lose love, we lose things but we must be glad of the opportunity we have been given to feel this passion that is love."
"This will not bring my heart back, of what use is your rambling to me?" the student asked.

The master walked away from the student with a look of sadness in his eyes.
"Foolish, foolish.", he muttered.
Is your heart not beating? Is your mind not spinning? Do you say that you have lost your heart simly becasue it is no longer with you? Do you stop feeling the way you felt when that person held your hand, or touched her lips to yours? You can feel your heart pound and you must not be ashamed, no, you must not be ashamed to love one thatt does not love you back. You must be proud that you are capable of love. Winds blow near and far but our hears remained unfurled by the gales, birds leave when the chills arrive but hearts stay whatever weather. Be proud that you can love! Be happy that you can love!! But be sad, when you are not loved. It is easy to be loved, but it is a great person, that is loved, and an even greater person...that is loved by the one that he loves..."
The master looked up into the sky,

"The rains approach...come, wine eases but does not take away the pain of heartache. So come, let us ease your pain."