Most of the people of the village never questioned the high wooden fence that kept their world secure. Only the misfits ever dared to wonder what was on the other side. And only the most aberrant of folks questioned its strength.
A most peculiar thing happened on an average morning. One of the townsfolk began to push on the high fence with both hands. The passers-by thought he had taken ill and was using the wall as a crutch. Though on closer inspection, his mission seemed clear. They just laughed and remarked how he must have lost his mind. A small crowd gathered as the curious always quickly grow in numbers. The fence pusher never acknowledged their scorn nor let up his steady pressure on the timber.
As the predictability of the scene became apparent, the crowd dissipated with each member slinging one last volley of scoff. Quietly and soberly, another stepped up to the fence to push. The townsfolk were inspired again to ridicule. However, the wind did not remain long in their sails for the pushers remained as stoic as the barricade.
Two more townsfolk came forth to join the fence protest. And then another. The tone of the witnesses took on a different hue. Scoff became concern. Whimsy became curiosity. ...And the fence had a slight lean to it.
Two more added to the push. A few of the villagers started asking the pushers what their motives were, and this time their interrogations were more respectful.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because it needs to be done."
"This fence has stood for generations; you can't bring it down!"
"We will."
"This fence won't move. It is too big and strong. Besides, the fence is obviously good for us. It has always stood and will always stand."
Several more came to the fence. One of the fine upstanding citizens pointed high and shouted to the crowd that the fence was leaning. Stillness hit the crowd as if they were dropped into the ocean. While in silence's embrace, the crowd shivered as they heard for the first time the fence groaning and cackling under the mounting pressure. The leaning was glaringly evident now. Sharp blades of sunlight pierced thru the spreading planks. As the light glinted in the villagers' eyes, a sense of urgency overcame many of them. With the blockade showing weakness, the motives of many of the citizens transformed. They wanted to see it fall just as strongly as they wanted it to stand that morning.
When the dust settled, the community beheld a wonderful rich land at their feet. What one could not do, many could. What many would not do, one did.
J Ian Wilson
10 - july - 2004