march and the shepherd, interpretation

7/28/2019 March and the Shepherd, interpretation

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March and the Shepherd

Once upon a time there was a shepherd that had

more sheep and rams than the shore of the sea had

grains of sand. With all this, his soul was always

burdened with the fear that one of them could die.

The winter was long, and the shepherd bid the

months: December, be favorable to me! January, do

not kill my animals with freezing cold! February,

if you are good to me, I will honor you always!

The months were listening to the shepherds

prayers, and sensitive as they are to each act of

homage, they granted them. They sent neither rain

nor hail, nor livestock diseases, and the sheep and

the wethers continued to graze all winter long and

they didnt even catch a cold.

March also passed. That is, the month most

difficult of character, and it went well. The last

day of the month arrived, and by now the shepherd

was no longer afraid of anything. Now it was April,

the springtime, and the flock was safe. He quit his


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usual supplicant tone, and chose to laugh

scornfully and play the braggart: Oh March! Oh

March! You who are the terror of flocks, to whom do

you believe to give fright? To the lambs? Ah ah

March, I am no longer afraid! We are in spring, you

cannot hurt me, third-rate March; you can go to

hell!

Upon hearing the ingrate that dared to talk

like that to him, March felt a fly jump to his nose

(became perturbed). Offended, he ran to his brother

Aprils house and said to him:

Oh my brother April,

Lend me three of your days

To punish the shepherd boy

that I want to make repent.

April, who was fond of his brother March, lent

him the three days. For starters, March ran all

around the world, gathered the winds, tempests and

pestilences that were around and unloaded it all on

the flocks of the shepherd. On the first day, the


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wethers and sheep that werent in good shape died.

On the second day, it was the lambs turn. On the

third day, not a single living animal remained in

all the flock, and the shepherd was left with only

his eyes to cry.

March and the Shepherd is a fictional work whose

origins are based in and stem from the tradition of

Italian folklore. This particular legend is quite

popular, which may be compared to Little Red

Riding Hood, a widely known fable among the people

of the U.S., also stemming from Italian origins, by

the way, and is taught to children at a very early

age, along with many other famous fairytales. It is

important to take note and ponder the implications

of rendering palatable an inconspicuously and

complexly rich plate of such delicious treat of

realizing that there is really more to the

composition than initially meets the eye. After the

internalization of these superior groupings,


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conclusions and assertions that are hidden in the

many forms of the retold new version of a story

each time someone reads it, advanced thoughts

without being consciously aware of performing the

act of ideas as a single idea. This allows the

concepts within the tale to be defined without

specific prescription of meaning, but rather a

contextual description of meaning, told at

different stages in your physical and mental

development. The same stories that we learn as

children remain with us all With each retelling of

the story, the story itself may be seen as

splitting into certain breeds depending on the

nature of the alterations that make themselves

manifest through the unique position of itself at

any given moment, until, at some point, it takes

the image of form of being that truly does exist,

but it is so far off from the previously

originating or point perceived point of

conceptualization that may have at some other time


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and place been known, told time and time again.

Since it has maintained its existence in the

temporal realm of the oral tradition, it has not

always had the luxury of resisting change as well

as it does now, relative to the same amount in the

world, of course. With more people being born every

second than ever before, the amount of space per

capita on this planet is diminishing at a rate

equal to the inverse of the same point in time on

an exponential growth graph of its population,

represented by a decay graph, people that were once

separate are now forced to get along with and

share the territory that is inhabited by another

people that maintain their own respective ideas

separate from your own. These things, when grouped

with the fairly recent development of a

frighteningly homogenous version of the idea of

mass media, push for globalization, and the growing

threat of monoculturalism supported and perpetrated

by that same conglomerate, the television, and the


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internet have all contributed to the growing

facility in the exchange of propositions about the

world in which we live as well as the quest to

actually achieve some form of truth in this form.

with a commonly accepted standard textual form the

proliferation and propagation of translations and

transformations relative to its placement within

the various dimensions of existence have caused the

original purpose and initial intent, produced

results of its progenitors choice to toil in the

creation of this story to become shrouded amongst

the forest of trees that have sprouted from the

planting several parameters to be considered one of

a few different types of works, some having

overlapping qualifications, almost the same but,

the slight differences that exist among them will

allow me to better convey future assertions, so

please, bear with me; amazingly, it is

contemporaneously a parable, fable, apologue, and

allegory all rolled into one. This collection is,


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contrastingly in spite of yet especially because

of, each additional rendition, it becomes to the

conscious object finding itself witness to a

perceptible permutations manifested in the

representational forms novel channeling of the

original compilations original meaning determine

of the interpreted perception of reality as it is

appears to be existing and interacting with our

beings presently all throughout our being of

cohesive thought patterns of diverse etymology

shadow figures with which we see and believe

ourselves to be interacting interpretation of an

individual abstract discernable aspects of reality

based upon previous interactions of the self as

perceived by itself and the other of actual ideas,

such as months of the year, animals, specifically

livestock, and people, in this case a clever

shepherd boy, contained within the relation

individually act as symbolic labels used by the

initial composer to lead the reader to certain


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conclusions upon completion allowing the

performance of another sentient being to reference

the uniquely extant and simultaneously lacking in

fluctuations for which we have developed a sense

that we are aware of that is capable of recognizing

the differentiations and fluctuations of such

collections of ideas previously experienced in a

manner active incapacity and process and attachment

construed together to form a cast of main

characters whose purposes in existing and any

perceived permutations, both possible and

impossible, are superficial at best and vulgar at

worst. The original body which happened to have

the part of receiving these thoughts on the shadows

of the development of existence. We can never

actually see what exists, even our own selves are

illusions meant to distract and divert you from

realizing the truth about existence. We must give

up all conventional thought and look to radical

ideas and thoughts of perception and appearance and


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what everything actually is and, more importantly,

how and why things are the way they are to bring

about a fresh momentum to the human race in its

translation and eventual transformation across

space and time and all the dimensions we can

imagine as well as those that we cannot, so that we

may then ponder on ideas that are more than

exponentially distant from the ideas of our

predecessors. They must have felt ingenious, but

the realizations to which we are making ourselves

avail these days is amazing to me. The average time

for our beings to acquire knowledge about our

existence is rapidly dividing itself into smaller

and smaller pieces. This is all in relation to the

human thought pattern and idea process, though.

What about all the creatures that have ever existed

and will exist far beyond the distinction of human

beings on a planet known somehow to sometime to

somebody as Earth? A new future, one ripe with the

extravagance of unimaginable wonders that bring us


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so far beyond what we are at present. We are lead

astray from the acquisition of knowledge and

complete and total understanding of the true form

of the self. What nature could have dreamt in the

dreams of our dreams, we can We all take our

positions in accordance the sheet music of our life

that has a definite made especially for us, based

on the unique combination of circumstance and

placement of the other parts in relation to your

part; you to your part to the symphony of the

instruments that our being make performance plays

its part in the biggest game of telephone mixed

with the intensity of a hit and run in aspects of

being and transforming through its within the

universe of which it has been distinguished as a

specific part worthy of note. The paradox of the

situation is that our notion of what an author does

is completely wrong. All perceived reality is

actually a false notion naively believed to be the

truth, but in actuality it is nothing more than the


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result of the interactions of the pressures and

releases of existence and its constituents that are

distinguished from the rest by the circumstance of

our sentient minds journey in this bottle of flesh

floating in an endless sea. The water moves the

bottle along on its journey tossing it from side to

side, gently bobbing, then the next thing that

makes itself apparent to an observer is the

hurricane that has swept over the violently

thrashing it in a chaotic storm. If we are the

bottle, still human, able to swim where we may, but

overall incapable of actually incurring any real

causality beyond that which has been dictated by

the nature of the specific existence of the

materials we are composed, nothing more. All of the

unique thoughts and ideas boil down to the fact

that we always have been and always will be part of

this universe and no matter what parameters for how

distinguishable or notable we are among the endless

ocean, if you get far back enough, one becomes a


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mere speck, lacking any dimension whatsoever.

Perception is based in position and the position of

an object in that universe and all of the other

objects to it are governed by a complex

mathematical formula that we cannot even begin to

try to imagine what do not decide what they do. It

has already been decided for them, and they must

oblige. The story compiled itself, and the body in

which the mind that was made privy to a shadow of

the truth, not quite an outright lie, but the next

best thing to actually knowing, seeing and

understanding the real thing, as the shadows basis

is, after all, in the figure or image of the

perceived truth. This extended metaphor is a false

realization of reality and is even more so than the

perceived truth of our everyday lies, because its

form is the result of the transformation in the

recollection of that shadow over time available

about existence should consider themselves the

luckiest things in the universe, are governed by


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the constant shifting of the universe that was set

in motion when this universe was formed, not by the

author or composer. We, as well as the characters

in the story, though non-sentient object

experienced within the dimensions we have senses

capable of discerning fluctuations and a truly

physical object incorrectly labeled as mental

because we cannot see or sense it physically now

due to the evolutionary stage of the human race,

imperceptible to the human body, yet imaginable, at

all lie in the intentions and desired result

effected in this consolidation of thoughts and the

recounting of this fabrication by the marker in

highlighting specific ideas with the privilege of

being called out in comparison to the rest of

existence. In terms of and in relation to the

several true and actual purposes that we maintain

within ourselves innately simply by having been,

continuing to be, possibly always having been and

possibly always going to be similar objects


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occupying the same grouping of dimensions that are

they themselves extant within the same universe,

and being governed in the same manner as all other

forms of matter that constitute the whole of the

existence that is the universe as it shifts our

conception of perception and vice-versa. In the

end, the intent of the creator was not to create a

work that he saw realized everyday, but rather

he/she desired that this conjoining of beliefs, as

we must realize that they are indeed beliefs that

form the basis of our postulations about existence

and not knowledge; that we truly know nothing at

all. The composer was to produce some desire as

well as its own seeming through its never-ending

expansion, lies in the purpose of it and thusly its

appearance, which may have some interesting

implications. Although it is impossible for us to

ever truly perceive, realize, and know, let alone

make that truth manifest itself within and/or

without ourselves and/or others, just as the


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characters in this story are strictly bound to the

inevitable and continuous development of a

deliberately ordered series of hypothetical events

imagined and organized by a conscious mind

traveling through the dimensions of existence

encapsulated within some form of a material body

capable of perceiving, interpreting, systematizing,

and drawing assertions about what is considered by

the being to be both physical and non-physical,

i.e. that which is perceptible and imperceptible to

it, manifestations of space, which is limited to

the forms of perception a being is capable of using

to interpret and imagine so as to develop a sense

of it, and perhaps later, some physical capacity

for interpreting fluctuations in matter referents

that the being lacks capacity to directly observe

and/or experience impossible to even perceive

based on the perception of the reactions of their

self in relation to various other selves that

happen to find themselves existing within the same


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universe at the same point in time and relatively

close to the as the witness exists, and then for

the specific purpose of imparting proscriptions

about the nature and manner of the existence of

specific aspects/appearance of that to another

capable of interpreting the many symbolic

renditions that have been produced over time, of

this tale in a manner relative to their own

understanding of experiences and events witnessed

prior to another beings account of actual

experiences and events that took place before the

conceptualization and telling of this tale capable

of leading one to knowledge of abstract ideas and

morals that are pertinent to the orator/authors

goals as a being in existence, as they without

experiencing first-hand all of the events of which

a mind has need to stimulate the connections

between several observed reactions of existence.

Reach the new level of understanding about

existence, fulfills and the appropriate


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prescriptions to be labeled as a parable, fable,

apologue, and allegory, and though it does contain

animals, it is not an allegory originating from

Italian folklore. Since its initial composition and

subsequent conveyance, lamming the confining prison

of its womb and kiln, the plane of its

manifestation, the mind of its first composer, and

possible posterior recollection of having imagined

such a thing at some other point in time and space,

perhaps, by the intelligence that finds itself

existing yet again within the same time and place

of existence as the true object, the compilation of

many concepts brought together as one whole,

through the focus of its intelligence upon the same

ideas, shadows, reactions to the mere existence and

continuation thereof, of the former being, that

are/were perceptible to it were actions performed

by the referent whose presence as an object that

exists within the same universe as an intelligence

that also found itself temporarily bound within a


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form of the once felt by the and attempting to

construct the previously made image of the true

reality and existence of the story, although, it is

in a different time, in a different body, and, more

than likely, in a different place, ultimately

experienced via a minds vessel, and become known

through some manner, be it versed in a manner oral,

textual or corporeal in nature, or any combination

thereof, to anyone else, ever, that is to say, at

least not in the exact same manner as its

originator, for, first of all, no one can really

understand or know anything at all, and, secondly,

the singular idea being referenced by this parable

that does exist somehow, somewhere and in at least

one or more of the many dimensions of which the

universe in which we exist as particular elements

manifested with varying capacities and based upon

the forms in which we find ourselves realized,

which are reactions to actions undertaken by

existence itself and for reasons impossible to


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conceive, let alone truly understand, by the

progression of space through time, and witnessing

this progression, known reality that unfolds within

and without us constantly the universe we inhabit,

embodies the whole grouping of thoughts and ideas,

being as they are only shadows of the true

existence of things, perceived through the mortal

coil as past events witnessed after-the-fact and

never trulyseen or known, bound by one

intelligence can technically be formed by another

intelligence created by that originator may be

reached the perpetuation of this parable through

the oral tradition, and eventual distribution in

document form through transcription into text(s),

it has seen many forms, having had its essential

meaning altered time and time again from that of

the original intended by its creator by the

contributions of several individuals in and of

itself; thusly edited and contribute addendum

several authors, each incorporating their own


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individual goal(s)/intentions/prerogatives to the

work

Marzo e il pastore una parabola del folklore

italiano.

Oggi il 31 di marzo, mi viene in mente una

leggenda.. Marzo e il Pastore

Ai tempi dei tempi Marzo aveva 30 giorni, mentre

Aprile ne aveva 31.

Orbene, il pastore ogni giorno, accompagnando il

gregge al pascolo, incontrava Marzo e con lui

scambiava qualche parola:

- Ciao, Marzo!

- Ciao, Pastore! Dove stai andando?Al monte o al

piano?

- B, oggi andr al piano, mi sembra che ci sia pi

sole l...

- Bravo, fai bene... ci vediamo!

E Marzo, di corsa, andava al piano a scatenare un

bel temporale.

A sera i due si ritrovavano:

- Come va, pastore?

- Benissimo: sono stato al monte: un tempo

favoloso!

- Bene bene, son contento per te, pastore.


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- Allora ciao, Marzo, a domani.

- A domani, pastore!

Il giorno dopo, Marzo incontr il pastore e gli

fece:

- Allora, oggi che fai? Mi sembra che al monte ci

sia un sole splendido.

- E' vero, grazie, andr proprio al monte, oggi!

A sera...

- Com' andata oggi?

- Benissimo, sono stato al piano: un'aria tiepida,

un cielo limpido...Sembrava primavera.

- Sono proprio contento, pastore! - disse Marzo,

che invece si rodeva dalla rabbia, avendo scatenato

la tempesta al monte...

Per farla breve, ogni giorno il pastore la

scampava... Finiti i 30 giorni del mese, il pastore

incontr ancora Marzo:

- E oggi dove vai?

- Ah, oggi ne ne sto al piano, faccio meno fatica.

Marzo era passato e il pastore si sentiva molto

pi tranquillo, cos fece quello che aveva detto.

Ma Marzo and di corsa da suo fratello Aprile e si

fece prestare un giorno: cos pot attuare lavendetta scatenando l'ira di Dio al piano.

A sera si ritrovarono:

- Allora, pastore, com' andata oggi?


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- Non me ne parlare! Tuoni, fulmini, grandine

grossa come uova... A stento sono riuscito a

mettere in salvo il gregge! Mi sono preso anche il

raffreddore!

E cos da quella volta Marzo ebbe 31 giorni, perchsi era fatto prestare un giorno da Aprile.

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