The Great Council of Decisions

The elder whispered in his ear: “Your secret name is Calibán…”

Everyone had a plan. That was the problem.

The climber wanted the high road. The athlete wanted the fastest one. The mathematician had calculated the safest route. The artist insisted that everyone was looking at the wrong map.

They could not take all four paths, and before sunset one of them had to be chosen.

The boy listened until every argument sounded convincing. Then the elder asked the one question nobody at the council had thought to ask.