A man known throughout the kingdom as a fool one Sunday morning during mass walked into the town cathedral. He noticed the priest in all his holiness. He noticed the solemnity of the congregation. He heard the declaration of their sinful lives and pleas for forgiveness as they partook of the host . . . and being a fool, he laughed.
The priest quickly had the fool cast into the street where he was berated for his lack of reverence and ordered never to return until he was willing to repent of his sin and plea for forgiveness as the others had done. Otherwise, they told him, he was doomed to hell and damnation.
The fool walked off to his shack in the woods and the silence of the hills surrounding it, where he much preferred the babbling of the small brook over the babbles of the religious and their conflicting dogmas.
He had not been laughing at the church, or the priest, or the priest’s congregation. He had been laughing at the absurdity of it all, for the fool knew that only by being silent and listening could one talk to God.