The Moving Image
Once there was a king and he ruled over a beautiful realm of verdant undulating hills where the voices of children singing songs could be heard emerging from the spaces between glades of trees. The villagers would gather daily to dance and share stories of brave exploits and intrepid expeditions in far away kingdoms where beautiful mountains shimmered under a magical sun. One day the King, who had begun to feel unwell, was told by the best physician that his health would fail unless he could do something to help them discover a cure? I can’t think clearly enough to find the right solution complained the physician. Perhaps if the villagers could just stop dancing everyday then I would be able to think more clearly. And so it was decided that the villagers would stop dancing for a week to allow the physician to think. At the end of the week he was summoned to the king who had already grown weaker and had to report that he had still not thought of a cure for his ailment. The King was gr