That Which Does Not Threaten: Interloping Rope
We, the disciples of Fearful Leader, apologize for the lack of teachings of late. Rest assured, however, that Fearful Leader has been busy identifying threats - as always, he identifies them both altruistically and volubly.
Fourscore and seven days ago, Fearful Leader detected a rope on his lands. The archaeologist within him excavated this interloper from the border between his lands and those of the Purportedly Kind Neighbors. The rope, twelve feet in length, had lain secreted from the view of mere mortals by a conspiracy of hedges and deceased leaves, but Fearful Leader and his infallible threat detector sensed the presence of a trespassing entity.
Theories were proposed by the Purportedly Kind Neighbors regarding the provenance of the rope. Vaguely, they asserted that the prior owners of Fearful Leader’s lands had employed the rope in some sort of fence-creation or -repair operation. The details are not important. What is important is that their explanation was not to be trusted, for neither we nor Fearful Leader could understand it, and if Fearful Leader cannot understand something, then it must not be possible. Yea, we posit that the majority of the home- and landscaping-improvement “discipline” is merely a house of cards created by self-anointed “experts” who would hoodwink us into ill-advised “projects” if only we were not paying such sharp attention, if only we were not on high alert for their subterfuges. We merely smiled beneficently at the Purportedly Kind Neighbors, and returned to our devotions.
Fearful Leader, knowing that he ought not to trust the words of one of his nemeses, inspected the rope for Himself and proclaimed that, rather than a threat, it was a Source of Much Hilarity. He gripped the middle section of the rope within his ferocious maw, and proceeded to gallop across the pockmarked lawn like a deity sweeping downward from Heaven to collect his disciples when the eschaton at last arrives and we can finally depart this threat-filled world for the next, which shall surely be brimming with rotisserie chickens, stuffed kitties, and vacuum cleaners that are available for continuous observation.
The ends of the rope flowed behind him, suspended in the air by his velocity. Behold the vision of grace, of gallantry! Fearful Leader paused at the edge of his lands and rapidly shook his new toy, and in so doing caused a ripple in the ends of the rope which suggested that Fearful Leader might soon decree that rhythmic gymnastics deserves increased respect.
From that day onward, Fearful Leader has occasionally reenacted his glorious race from one end of his lands to the other, lifting the docile rope for all of his subjects to behold. Additionally, Fearful Leader employs the rope in his teachings. He will grip the rope in his teeth and invite his disciples to pull on another portion of the rope, in this way concretely symbolizing the constant tugging which our lives on this mortal coil must endure, the tugging between good and evil, between public transit and personal fulfillment, between the urge to chase and earthly constraints.