Slide 1: The metal balls in the air

The walls they raved and made themselves known though they where not prescient. Rinpoche, studded his hands into his pockets and kept his head downwards. Rinpoche was a very tall man, lankly expect for his his shoulders and feet, he had somewhat of a beer belly as well though you wouldn't know it since he hid it well under his pink work suit and grey tie. He bore shaggy hair and muddy eyes. He somehow always looked like he'd smile and frown at the same time. But there was a kindness and stupidity behind those eyes. This man, Rinpoche, was engaged in a follow a search. Rinpoche did not feel human needs like you and me if it was said that wouldn't be compatible with his currant duties. No earthy needs. As sleep, eating, pissing and defecating, sexual reproductive needs, physical rest, even social human interactions. They where all not even noticed when he was engaged. All those things would come round when a more normal task was put in front of him. This was how he'd been walking along a path for three weeks straight. And just what was that task now? His duty? Following the metal balls. The balls now, well they where a strange task indeed. When he was told he didn't quite understand, 'go out into the forest till you reach the desert, when you reach the lands of sand then you will know where you go after that' It wasn't easy finding out how to get out of the woods, it winded and swished, but Rinpoche loved a hard task. After he lead out of the forest of light green and the grass slowly died out, he was in the pastors of yellow. And when he was there, he found them. The balls. Large, larger then a man, metal balls hanging over the air. They flouted above the ground, not even hovering just staying fully still. Rinpoche wasn't sure if it was a physical pretense in the world of man, or something only he could see. That was until the balls lead him near a dirt road. He thought it was unused until a red truck drove on by, and a soft looking young man stepped out. "Do you need help or anything?" The young man had said somewhat hesitantly. The young man seemed somewhat shocked when Rinpoche looked over to him with a smile. "No of course not." He was used to signs like those balls leading him to helping the public, so he waited to see if the man would lead him to helping others in the stead of the balls. "Are you sure? Are you looking for a gas station?" "No. I am quite fine." "You sure?" "Yes." The traveler said with a light smile. The young man shrugged. "Okay. Sorry to bother." Rinpoche had yelt out a 'it's fine!' but the young man probably stuck the door shut and start driving off into the line of the road before that could have happened. Seeing as how the young man acted, he had not seen the balls. Very well. And so onward he went now. He walked and traveled the next two weeks through the desert. Then the desert turned into something else something new. Slowly Rinpoche had come upon mountains, then rivers and logs and trees. Soon the young traveler had no longer seen the road he was once near and the forest was long behind him. But the balls kept showing him the way. Those bright large metal signs. He did not think too much on it, actually Rinpoche normally thought very little, for all he had seen he had also been sheltered, but only because he had not lived yet. Now He was walking up and up with one mountain, just yesterday it was a large image in the distance, a mat painting he would have thought very little on. Now he was going so high up the mountain he was almost climbing it the road had become so steep, the orange brown dirt too hard to imagine. His hands had become harder and more warn. Then there he was, he was at a edge a point in the road too hard to walk over, it was over the top of the mountain actually, so high up people weren't suppose to go up there, or at least not take the route Rinpoche had, but there was something there to help him. The balls. There was a metal ball pefectly placed right behind him between where he half stood half crocked. All he had to do was jump. He readyed himself, holding on tight too the side of the dirt, then he leaded into the air his hands barely grabbing onto the ball, then sliding off hard and he laded straight onto his butt with a "Oof!" He sat there only a moment looking up at the metal. Then he stood back up, moved in somehow even closer then he thought he could, placed one foot onto the side of the mountain and really jumped into the air this time, his long legs making him look akin to a frog leading into the air. He got it this time, held onto it tight like a babe holding onto his or her mother, then he hasted himself onto the ball, crouching on the top like some kind of killer age in hunt, then he leaped into the air and jumped onto the high top of the mountain he couldn't reach before. He fell face forward hard onto the dirt, laid there and few moments and looked up confused like a little kid that fell down getting ready to cry. But the tears didn't come. He looked up out onto the vast landscape beyond him, and he stood up brushing the dirt off of his pink suit. Off in the distance, a new image for him too look at, was a vast black ocean way off. And by the black ocean was some sort of prick of orange light. And then and only then Rinpoche noticed that that last ball he had jumped onto was the very last of the grey metal balls. But that was alright, for he could see his next destination. It was that orange prick of light standing in front of the black sea, that was where he had to go. "I wouldn't have gotten here without you all." He turned and said to the endless line of metal balls far below him, before taking off he took a second to apperate them in their full glory, the amazing line of help below him. And so the young man was off. He bore the weight of his walk even more. Though the balls had left the mountains did not, Rinpoche walked past small caves with rock piles inside as if people had been inside of them recently. There was thin dying trees along the path he was on and atop of those trees where little white birds with long necks that watched him kindly. At once time Rinpoche waved his left hand at a pair of white birds, then said "Hello, evening?" But they didn't greet him back, though they seemed kind, they must have been the sort of birds that don't talk back, Rin thought. He walked and walked and walked on.When he finally came to the end of the road now in sight of the black sea it was a whole day later, though he couldn't seem to have remembered the sun going down at all... Regardless when the black sea was in sight he came upon the orange light, and it was, in fact, a little orange boat hanging onto the sand right next to the water. Rinpoche smiled, laid his large hands onto the sides of the boat, and slowly started to pull the thing out of the sand and right when it hit the water he jumped into it. It roared some and then slowly it started going through the water. Not pushed by air or a paddle, but by a unseen aid helping the young man along his jounced. Though he did not feel the need to rest yet, Rinpoche laid down in the boat, closed his eyes and started dreaming, amongst a black sea away from the sand now.