Jimmy was visiting his grandma over the summer. Jimmy's grandfather had been a collector and had passed away two years back. The old barn style house was packed with boxes from all over the world and Jimmy was very careful to go through all of them. Gramma didn't mind at all.
Gramma's house was at the end of a country road and their were no neighbors for miles. Jimmy was never board even without any other kids to play with. He found box kites from China, war masks from Africa, silks from India, and many objects both he and Gramma were not sure of. He loved been there and Gramma loved all his rack. To the untrained ear it would have sounded like Jimmy had a mountain of rack with the amount of times Gramma yelled "What's all that rack?".
Jimmy was in the attic kicking up dust like a cowboy when he noticed a door. It was to a low, long closet and was filled with small crates and large boxes. It took Jimmy an hour or two to pull all of them out, only spilling one heavy box filled with books. Straw filled most of them and the follicles of cosmic debris did the Electric Slide in the rays of sun. Jimmy was throwing hay everywhere until he found the next object, pausing tentatively, then monstering on to the next. Plates from Greece, books from Toledo, idols from Mexico piled up around him. In the last box he found a sword.
The sword was Manjusri's. Manjusri was a Bodhisattva and personal disciple of Buddha. The sword was said not to cut into two, but into one. The sword gleamed into Jimmy's eyes to were he needed to put a hand up. He scraped his thumb on the edge and it bled and healed at once. He thought of the old scare crow in the field and proceeded at once down stairs. He bounced the blade dragging it behind him. He found a large stick and armed the scare crow with it. "Hello my name is Indigo Montoya, You killed my father prepare to die" he yelled and drew the sword back and swoosh...
Swoosh ... inside and outside were one. Swoosh ... up and down were one. Swoosh ... left and right were one. Swoosh ... day and night were one. Swoosh ... love and hate were one. Swoosh ... man and woman were one. Swoosh ... birth and death were one. Swoosh ... positive and negative were one. Swoosh ... black and white were one. AND SWOOSH.......
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