Tuesday 2 September 2008

Archibald

After the meeting, Fish decided to get himself a cup of coffee. On his way, he passed by Archibald's office. Archibald had been the much disputed head of the works council. Still elected but singular in his thoughts and approach. He didn't always play by the rule book and stood out like a sore thumb, leaving a mixture of uncomfortable feelings, many questions even fewer answers.

Archibald must have had an attack of inspiration or the like because on the noticeboard outside his office hung a large piece of paper on which he had written:

What would a person think when looking at our world?
How may our person feel, when touching our material world often leaves us cold?
What would our person do, when the smells of golden opportunities are corrupted by power and greed?
What impression, does our person get, when everyone shouts at each other?
Why could our person feel sick, when the tastes of success have not flavour?
Who is this person?
Have you looked in the mirror?
It's in our hands.
Is our person naïve in requesting future progress be meaningful?
Is our person naïve in requesting we listen more and shout less?
Is our person naïve in requesting that some things are not for sale?
Is our person naïve in requesting we redefine power?
Is our person naïve in requesting we taste what we create?
Is a leader, who only uses his five senses, a naïve person?

“Wow, “ thought Fish, “that must have been quite a meeting that Archibald and Philippe had had. Archibald has gone into orbit again.”

Archibald's outbreaks were now quite well known in the Fishing Club, so Fish wandered off in search of his cup of coffee.

The word naïve did strike a chord however? Who said that being naïve was such a bad thing?

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