The Secret To The Answer Is The Correct Question

"You may begin your journey," she said."Wise One, how far must I drive?" he asked."Until the pollution of light dims into darkness and the stars shimmer free," she answered."How far, Wise One, must I then walk?" he asked."Until the pollution of noise fades into the distance so that you can hear cicadas harmonize with the wind," she answered."How long, then, must I stay, Wise One?" he asked."Until the pollution of your mind drifts away like smoke," she answered."Then, Wise One, what must I do next?" he asked."You may begin your journey."

From Guest Contributor, Karen Burton.Karen is an MFA student at Lindenwood University in St. Charles, Missouri.