THE TEMPTERS

The tempters didn’t know they were tempting. How could they? All they did of a day was to sit on the wall and swing their legs to and fro in time to the steps of passers by. This was their way of coordinating themselves with the world at large. But the people outside, swayed by the rhythm, captured by the mechanics of their own rhythm, so swiftly subsumed in the sway before them, fell quickly into the arms of who? Their seducer? Such affinity so soon was seen as a rush of sweet warm liquid in which one could live, in which one could also die. So begun the battle. For these people of the world, seeing now without what had always before remained within confused them in such a way that it quite often tripped them right over and they feared for their body which now seemed to have fallen astray. As for the well balanced wall hangers they were survivors no matter what came to pass for all passed through them entering one way only to leave again by a channel of least resistance. War was not what they had on their mind for they knew the danger of waging war with a rhythm that passes through to the heart. And yet it was war that rested always on the fringes aggravating their feelings. So, feeling at last to be misunderstood and misplaced by the vessel of people who mistook a rhythm for themselves and could not let it wander freely the wall-hangers let go at last and took to the sky. Here they danced out what before they had sensed within. This is how in action they came to meet one another and so grasping on to one another they floated back down to earth where they hung out together swinging and undulating wherever fancy took them to be.