There once was a chef who had a friend, an architect friend. Each was a man of talent who created amazing things in different ways. Each used the tools of his craft, tools granted unto them by the Creator. One day the architect friend came unto the chef, demanding that he be known not only as an architect, but also as a chef. “My friend,” said the chef, “you are a valued architect and I a valued chef. Let us each apply our craft as the Creator has decided, and as the Book of Diversity explains.”
“But this cannot be,” said the architect, “for lo, people are delighted by your tender meats and delectable sauces. And they do salivate eagerly unto your breads and cakes. This is greatly unfair.” In reply, the kind-hearted chef said “Truly the people do enjoy the foods I put unto them, but they remark greatly upon the beautiful things also that you create, though they differ from mine.”
This did not please the architect, who put continued demands upon his friend. “I will be recognized as a chef,” he insisted, though he had no training in the field and desired none. In his heart he cared not for his own gifts but he did covet the talents of the chef. And so he plotted with the other architects, a very small tribe with loud voices, and they did shame others into agreeing with them about the lack of chef equality in the world. Then the architects did fall into idolatry, for they worshiped at the temple of a mystical rainbow.
Wherever there did gather the tribe of chefs, the architects went unto their locale. There they did wail and gnash their teeth. “Give unto us the accolades of the chefs,” they demanded, “for we would love to have your accolades as well as our own.” And they did fashion banners and flags proclaiming “love will win,” protesting not once, or twice, but many times. And lo, there arose a terrible din, a loud commotion in the land as a strange vexing did accumulate among all the people, for the architects sought to accrue unto themselves the honors and badges of chefs, despite their own honors and badges as architects.
So great became the noise that the matter was referred unto the mighty board of Nine Deciders, a tribe unlike all others, a tribe of dour faces and black robes, known by some as the high priests of the Governing Document. These high priests did gather unto themselves, entering the sanctuary of the temple of the Governing Document. They did cry aloud unto heaven for an answer, and that answer was clear: neither chefs nor architects are mentioned in the holy writ of the Governing Document. And some among the Deciders did tremble at this, for they were bold to give unto the architects that which they unreasonably demanded.
Behold! It was then that five of the Deciders were enveloped in the invisible fog of the Dream State, a land of fantasy where all things are possible and where reason is scarce while feelings and happy thoughts reign. Verily, though the Governing Document said not a word about chefs and architects, it was revealed to the five progressive Deciders that invisible words do exist and that they alone, among all others, can discern the presence of these magic words. Alas, this fabulous five did overrule the other four among the tribe of Deciders, for lo, the other four could discern not the invisible words of happiness, and their decision was announced.
“Behold the law of the land,” they proclaimed. “For we have discovered what never existed, and we will promulgate what cannot be. For we five are able to read what none else have discerned. We do not read only with the eyes of the body, but also with the marvelous eyes of the Dream State.” And so there was great rejoicing among the tribe of architects, who accrued unto themselves the badges and honors of chefs though they wished not to be chefs. And they did wave with great enthusiasm their rainbow flags and they proclaimed, “This day love has won.”
And the chef, who himself was a man of love, was left to ask: “If love has won, then who has lost?” And some who once praised rainbows now put them away, perhaps forever.