THAI.txt

THAI.txt

How much jig Would a jigsaw jig If a jigsaw could saw jig?

The other day I received this package in the mail. It had no return address and very few markings on it, but I decided to open it anyway. I removed the brown wrapping material that held the entire package together. When I opened the cardboard box that was waiting inside for me, I chanced upon the most wonderful thing I had ever seen in my entire existence on the face of this planet. I was given the unique opportunity to feast my eyes upon the most profound and beautiful item that a human being could ever want to see. Inside the box lay a bundle of, what appeared to be, barley. Upon closer examination, I noticed that it was indeed barley and each of the husks had a message scrawled upon it in some old, esoteric language. I searched for weeks through every imaginable linguistic reference, and came up with nothing. The meaning of the inscription was still a puzzle to me. I journeyed to the home of a local wise man. The wise man told me that he had once seen writing similar to this on his travels through Burma and Thailand. Being the inquisitive person that I am, I immediately went to the airport and caught the next airplane to Southeast Asia. Upon arrival in Bangkok, I was met by a young Thai man, perhaps 25 years of age. He could not speak my language and I could not speak his, but he managed to find transportation for us and we dashed from the airport together. The cab driver dropped us off in a small farming community at the base of a very large and stately mountain. We camped on the outskirts of the village, and awaked very early in the morning to start our long journey up the great mountain. It took nearly six days to complete our journey through the dense, almost impenetrable, forest. A the top of the mountain, we came upon an old stone house. Upon entry to the house, we found an old, grey haired man sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, obviously in deep meditation. The young man and I waited several hours for the man to awaken from his trance. When the old man finally was able to talk to us on a conscious level, I showed him the bundle of barley. The old man examined it for a couple of minutes and asked me in a serious voice, "My son. Where, by chance, did you happen upon these items"? I told him that I obtained it through the mail about three weeks prior. The old man asked me what the package I received looked like. I described the package to him: a plain looking, brown paper wrapped, with few marking on it. The old man uttered in a quiet voice, "Did you check to see who, exactly, the package was addressed to?" "No.", I replied. The old man suddenly stood up and waved his arms above his head like a blundering simpleton. "You stupid idiot!! The package was not intended for you!!", the old man screamed at the top of his lungs. ??