Lyn Walker, Ballina Environment Society
Once upon a time the Princelings who lived near beautiful Flat Rock Mountain, dreamed of making a pathway to the top. Their dream was to give their people the prettiest route imaginable all the way to the top of the mountain being remembered by all for creating Eldora.
And they set about doing it, and they set about doing it and they set about doing it for twenty years. They threw thousands of tributes to the winds and wasted all the years. But the dream lived on. It was a noble dream – it had been there for a long, long time.
The peasants, who got dirt on their hands working the mountain land tirelessly to lovingly nourish and continually restore its beauty, protested about some fatal impediments to the most pretty route and suggested alternatives. Ignore these peasants cried the Princelings. What can they know!
The Princelings consulted the learned Priests as the big Daddy Crown required. The learned Priests, first seeking the help of the peasants, said the prettiest route was full of treachery and here is a useful alternative for you. And they said so again and again and again.
Each time the Princelings returned to their dream. It was a noble dream – it had been dreamt a long time. The Princelings were spurred on by the screeches of the gimmees and the iwantees whose dreams were not quite so noble and they didn’t have dirt on their hands.
One day, after over twenty years the Princelings looked about and sighed. Maybe we should give up the noble dream and follow the learned advice they said sadly. There are still pretty parts and we will get to Eldora. It’s better than nothing. So they spent more thousands and more years but got all ready to go.
Suddenly, at the last moment out stepped one Princeling. He had a basket of magic baubles made of misunderstandings and misstatements. Follow me, he said, I can make the dream come true and I can do it for no extra cost. Ignore the peasants, they know nothing. When we have chosen we can find new learned Priests and ask again. How can we fail with these baubles?
Yes, yes cried the Princelings. It’s win-win. And happily they ran after him ready to scatter more thousands of tributes and squander more years in search of the dream that was already there.