Walking around the village they see the shops of all the
people that work in this village. There are vendors or all
varieties, plus soap makers, candle makers, rug weavers
and every imaginable vocation that makes a village thrive.
Now, before the young person could even consider finding
someone to apprentice with, they have to find a way to
survive.
Walking through the village streets, our young person remains
vigilant, looking for any opportunity for employment.
Finally, in the very late afternoon (very close to being dark),
they spied a small, hand-written sign in the window of a small
bakery.
As would be expected the sign read something to the effect
of (although I can’t be sure), ‘Help Wanted’.
So our young person, who I think we will call Nama, enters
the shop, puts down their meager belongings, picks up the
broom and begins to sweep.
After several minutes an old man emerges from the back of
the shop. The truth is that this man may not be so terribly old,
perhaps he is merely middle aged. However, to Nama, being
so young he believes that the man is very old.
The old man, who is called Baba, stands and watches Nama
sweep for several minutes. Then, without speaking a word,
the old man, Baba, turns around and returns to the rear of
the shop.
Believe it or not, this continues for several months. Nama
is given a place to sleep in a shed behind the shop and is
provided with smiple meals a couple of time a day by Mrs.
Baba.
One day Baba calls Nama into the back room where the
bread is made and speaks to Nama for the first time.
Baba has Nama sit on a stool and says the following:
“Close your eyes and relax. Listen very carefully to what
I have to say. If you pay attention to what I say you will become
very good at making bread and become very happy.
In order to make bread, not just any bread, but great bread
you have to do the following.
Imagine yourself as if you are the bread being made from
scratch.
The various ingredients are assembled and mixed together.
Then you are placed into a dark place, alone and quiet and permitted to rise.
You are then baked and become a single loaf of bread.”
Baba then tells Nama to open his eyes and shows him step
by step exactly the process that is necessary to make the
bread.
And, for several months, Nama practices making the bread
for hours each day until he has perfected the process.
One day, many years later the old man passes away.
Nama takes the old sign and places it in the window of the
shop.
It says, ‘Help Wanted’.
Excerpted from the upcoming book:
“Life – A Theoretical & Practical Treatise On Transformation” by Scott Soloff





So , my acquaintance questioned if we could, ‘Leave the hangar and never look back?’ Personally, I could, but I don't believe as a group that we could. Nor, should ignore all of the philosophy that got us to where we are in our society and civilization.
Not so long ago, I was speaking with an acquaintance and a philosophy student from Eastern Europe about the ‘allegory of the hangar’ and they asked, ‘But are we able to desert them?’ That's to say, are we able to desert our past philosophical record that has helped create everything that we are today in our civilizations for something new? Well, I wouldn't advocate complete abandon.