There was a table on which anything
could be balanced with far more ease than anywhere else. Pennies,
pens, acrobats, even checkbooks and chakras. No one knew why this was
so. Some said it was because the table was absolutely, perfectly
flat, but critics said that didn't explain how it helped mentally
unstable people find balance. Others claimed the table's balancing
powers were magical in nature, but critics simply laughed at them,
because magic. There were no special electromagnetic fields, or any
sort of harmonious alignment with the planet's gravity. Things simply
worked better there than anyplace else on earth.
For the longest time, the table
served as a tourist attraction. Nearby were shelves of oddly shaped
items that people could balance on the table for a dollar apiece. As
years passed, however, this was no longer enough for the owner, who
increasingly felt the need to do good with his amazing table. He
thought perhaps to take it to San Francisco and erect a building atop
it, one that would not fall no matter how terrible the earthquake,
but the table could not support the weight. He loaned it to congress
in hopes they might balance the budget with it, but seemed though the
budget could be balanced, only those who were at the table would
agree on it, with all other congressmen falling into their usual
political grandstanding, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't
get all five hundred members around it at once. Finally, he decided
it best to donate it to a therapist, whose clients often were able to
find balance in their lives after only two sessions.
- Originally mailed to W. Murphree of Rosenburg, Texas
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