Med White Jon Snow

Med White knows that he knows nothing. He is not proud of it. It's a revelation that's still a secret to him. He only feels about it and has made no opinion of it. This is the cause of his silence. He keeps a shut mouth no matter what. But, what can stop you to hear? He is thus an okay listener. All you need is a bit of his mind's attention. If he is not feeling anxious about something that may have recently happened to him, he would have a blank mind and he would stare at you while you are talking. It doesn't matter what you say. You may blabber then. He could listen all of it with a patient ear. Unknowingly, he would relieve you from your stress. You may wonder what this guy is and how he does what he does. You may come to mirror him, his outward calmness, his deep breathes, his unchanging and unmoving posture, his strainless face, his unspoken truth, his universalism & naturism. At times, it shines in the dark, his face. You may not know what lies there. He would move at perfect harmony with the environment. That's all about him.

But there is more. When he is thinking about something, it could be told. He would be just a bit restless. He would look for a natural sink to drain his thoughts out, else it would go on and keep echoing all the time inside his head. At those times, what he needs is silence. What acts as the butter over the bread is the the hill near his house, and the river that cools its soil. The breeze never ceases to flow. He tries to sync with all of them. It would seem as if he is listening to them as well and calming them down! He would act like a universal listener, a magical healer wearing the attire of a simple looking man. It would be like a two way process of giving and taking. It's a ritual to him. He would connect with them directly. It wouldn't seem as if he is someone else but the hill and the river. They become one at the summit. It happens while he does nothing, remains motionless and quite.

No wonder that he is never been into any fights. He is the most undisputed person of his town. He is a child before a child, an elder before an aged. He is water, that which takes the shape of its container, and which is free once unrestricted. On Malinowski triangle of needs, he is perhaps sitting at the helm, at the top, who knows.