The Nested Doll

“I’ve reached the end of the tether …. The team will never deliver the results I want, just like my daughter’s magic doll.”

“What about the magic doll?” I’m sure there’s a metaphor coming up.

“She gives it a silver wash to make it look like an alien, and the paint cracks up in a short while, displaying the original face.”

I picked up the doll and unscrewed the head — dolls one after another kept tumbling out till he exclaimed that he did not know it was a nested doll.

“Change will not last until it percolates to the innermost layer … There is something inside, down to the last innocent, original, pure, and naive piece which resists change at outer levels … Control is a myth till you understand and learn to penetrate inner layers. 

People don’t like becoming alien to themselves to keep you happy - it is their core that needs to change to accept what you say.”

He looks again at his own Dad body, and the picture of his son displaying his abs. Layers are gaining visibility, in every sphere of thought and action.