When Bruce Met Kanye – The Story of the Wise and the Divine
Edo Period, Japan. On the verge of both spring and a clear sunset, the fields start to breathe life, basking in the warm glow of late sunshine. The wind blows as if caressing every flower bud that quite rapidly makes its way out of the ground, encouraging them to dance gently while basking in the dimming light. The forest cautiously outlines the meadow, rays of sun shifting through its trees and to the other side.
The breeze suddenly rustles against the leaves louder, as if something was approaching the now slightly disrupted field. An odd yet powerful energy is smoothly being uncovered in its newfound surroundings. Sunlight couldn’t reach part of the timberland from which the disturbance was slowly increasing. Out of the shade, a silhouette starts forming. It firmly keeps moving forward on the forest’s trail, slow yet decisive steps carefully bringing the energy into light, shaping what seems to be a man.
“Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.” he thinks to himself in the quaintness of nature. The black-haired man furthers down the plain, forging the environment’s spirit with his own, almost dancing along with flowers in the wind’s draft. As he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the scenery fuses with him and him with the scenery.
In the near distance, however, a faint voice of another man can be heard, distressing nature’s silence and distracting the meditating man’s focus: “I am God’s vessel. My greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live. I am God’s vessel…”
It was almost like a chant that the man with a shaved head and a thick goatee was repeating to himself, unaware of another presence slowly approaching him. The black-haired man curiously shortened the distance between them, trying to maintain stealth and keep observing the man with a goatee. “..I will never be able to see myself… God’s vessel… Greatest pain…”, the man continued with his mantra.
An abrupt change in wind synchronised with the crack of a tree branch on which the black-haired man stepped. All the attention was now focused on him. With a startled tone, the goatee man asks “Uh-huh, honey, who’s there?”
As to not start any sort of altercation, for he was there only for some peace and quiet, the black-haired man remembered a wise lesson: “The great mistake is to anticipate the outcome of the engagement; you ought not to be thinking of whether it ends in victory or defeat. Let nature take its course, and your tools will strike at the right moment.” after which he replies: “My name is Bruce Lee.”
Without making much linear sense and sounding almost delusional, the goatee man sharply talked back: “I will go down as the voice of this generation, of this decade, I will be the loudest voice. I am.. Kanye West.”
Bruce was taken slightly aback by Kanye’s sudden ego boost, an answer to which he stated: “I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine.” and figured he would be better off if he walks away from the man with a goatee and an apparent God-complex. “No, wait, stop… I’mma let you finish, but first… Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it?”
Bruce was now ever so confused. He sighed to himself, thinking this man is a prisoner of his own mental state. He proceeded in almost advising this Kanye person, perhaps out of compassion for a broken soul: “The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering. Perhaps going to your place of serenity might help. Maybe a fresh green field of clovers, on a high mountain top.”
What Bruce meant to say went completely over The Divine Vessel’s head, for he got filled with rage and started ranting the following: “Nobody can tell me where I can and can’t go! Why, if someone is good in one field can they not be accepted or given the slightest opportunity to express and be creative in other fields?!” to which point, Bruce decided it was better off to leave this man and his self-deception in peace.
With a sigh and a slight dramatic turn, Bruce left the Divine One with one last piece of advice: “A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.” and walked away.
It left Kanye on his knees, with a confusion no one could explain, not even himself. He kept muttering to no one in particular “You don’t have to be scared of me because I am loyal. Why are people so scared of creative ideas and so scared of the truth? All I want to do is do good…”
After a few seconds of silence, he got back up on his feet, looked at the sky and said: “I still think I am the greatest”, becoming once more completely obsolete to reality.