Mr. Wertschek and fourteen fellow classmates were
present, for they too are integral components of the
Territory.

Morning came. Dragons were shunted into room 113,
weighed, and sent hiking. Evaluations were made.
Experiences were discussed.

Then it was my turn. At last.

I gave a somewhat emotional account of my experiences
_ up to the moment, leaving. out nothing, not even the
slamming of the kitchen door. Every detail had to be
shared, for the process was endemic to the next and final
step: confrontation.

I stepped on the platform and firmly grasped,
weightlifter-style, the wooden bar. I looked squarely into.
the mirror. The Territory was silent.

And in this corner, ladies and gentlemen, The
Dragon, weighing. . .

MIRROR
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- CORNER
BRACKET

ET

SHOR OOOO
CpLATFORM
MY DRAGON WEIGHING DEVICE

No-one knew what to expect, especially me. There was
no precedent for this. It had never been done before. The
committee took a final salvo. “They’ll think it’s a stupid
idea, it doesn’t make sense, you’ll look like a fool, an
idiot. You'll be sorrrry. ..”

Too late. It’s time to go for it.

Blankology.

A primal shout.

My eyes opened and I slowly became aware that I was
straining to hold a bar of wood above my head, extending
to the very limits of my arms, the muscles and elbows of
which seemed locked. An image, twisted in terror, stared
at me from the mirror. I had entered the Territory. I was
the Territory. I was the Dragon.

Slowly, tremblingly, I lowered the bar to its perch, and
stepped off the platform. ‘I remember the darkness of the
room, the faces in shadow and the silence, the awful
silence. I focussed on the motionless Territory and quietly
announced, “It’s a Three.”

The Territory burst into applause. Applause? What
happened? Applause?

I had made art. Not just art, but Art. It was art in the
raw, art from the gut.

My favourite author, Dr. David Viscott, once remarked
that man’s art is the celebration of his feelings at the most
coherent point. Today I can say, in all honesty, that I
know what he means.

a gas

1) 3

In 1965 I was graduated from the Kootenay School of
Art where I learned the craft of art. Twenty-two years of
its application to the business world has taught me the
pragmatism of art making. On the day of my dragon I
began to learn the ‘feeling’ of art and this experience has
inspired me to search for new territory and develop new
map-making skills.

The Future of Dragon Weighing

Dragon Weighing may never be a part of NBC’s Wide
World of Sports but I do believe it has a serious application.
Some students said that my device has definite therapeutic
value and would be a highly marketable item. Really? It
certainly could be adapted to portability and be a definite
benefit to frustrated travelling salesmen and globetrotting
heads of state.

Dr. Gerald G. Jampolsky wrote, “Love is the letting go
of fear.” This sounds rather simplistic but I agree with
him in essence. If one could measure, with a degree of
honesty, the level of fear in the psyche, one could
determine the amount of love required to expunge their
dragon. Intellectualizing the degree of fear in ourselves is
unreliable. We will con ourselves into thinking that we
are without fear, or at least not enough about which to
worry. Ultimately the fear surfaces, usually ina moment
of physical, mental and spiritual weakness, and proceeds
down a course of self destructive behaviour. Only an act
of love, the unconditional kind of giving which expects
nothing in return, has any power over our dragons.

Self sacrifice of the most honest and genuine kind are
the only weapons against fear. If I am honestly aware of
the extent to which fear has me in its power then I will
have a clue to the extent that I have to give of myself to
others. :

I conclude with a tip: dragon weighing isn’t that scary.
If I can do it, so can you.

Happy hunting,

Bob Miller

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Mr. Wertschek and fourteen fellow classmates were
present, for they too are integral components of the
Territory

Morning came. Dragons were shunted into room 113,
hed, and sent hiking, Evaluations were made
ces were discussed

notional account of my experiences
‘upto the moment, leaving out nothing, not even the
slamming ofthe kitchen door. Every detail had to be
shared, for the process was endemic tothe next and final
step: confrontation,

I stepped on the platform and firmly grasped,
\weighlifter-style, the wooden bar. [looked squarely into
the mirror. The

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And in this corner, ladies and gentlemen, The

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A primal shout.

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‘which seemed locked. An image, twisted in terror, stared
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the Territory. Iwas the Dragon.

Slowly, tremblingly, [lowered the bar to its perch, and
stepped off the platform, I remember the darkness of the
room, the faces in shadow and the silence, the awful
silence. I focussed on the motionless Territory and quietly
announced, "I

"The Territory burst into applause. Applause? What
happened? Applause?

Thad made art. Not just art, but Art. It was art in the
raw, art from the gut

My favourite author, Dr. David Viscott, once remarked
that man’s artis the celebration of his feelings at the most
coherent point. Today I can say, in all honesty, that 1
know what he means.

ake sense, you'll look like

In 1965 Twas graduated from the Kootenay School of
At where I learned the craft of art. Twenty-two years of
its application to the business world has taught me the
matism of art making. On the day of my dragon I
nto learn the feeling” of art and this experience has
inspired me to search for new territory and develop new
‘map-making skills

The Future of Dragon Wei

Dragon Weighing may never be a part of NBC’s Wide
World of Sports but Ido believe ithas a serious application.
Some students said that my device has definite therapeutic
value and would be a highly marketable item. Really? It
certainly could be adapted to portability and be a definite
benefit to frustrated travelling salesmen and globetroting
heads of state

Dr. Gerald G. Jampolsky wrote
of fear." This sounds rather simplistic but Lag
him in essence. [Fone coulld measure, witha d
honesty, the evel of fear in the psyche, one could
determine the amount of love required to expunge thei
‘dragon, Intellectualizing the degree of fear in ourselves is
unreliable. We will con ourselves into thinking
are without fear, oF at Teast not enough about which to
‘worry. Ultimately the fear surfaces, usually in a moment
of physical, mental and spiritual weakness, and proceeds
down a coutse of self destructive behaviour. Only an act
of love, the unconditional kind of giving which expects
nothing in return, has any power over our dragons.

Self sacifice ofthe most honest and genuine kind are
the only weapons against fear. IF Lam honestly aware of
tent to which fear has me in its power then I will
have a clue to the extent that I have to give of myself to

others,

Tconelude with a tip: dragon weighin
If Lean do it, so:
Happy huntin,

isn’t that seary

Bob Miller