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Personality Game Jokes
Role Jokes
Q: How many Scholars in Observation does it take to change a
light bulb?
A: I don't know. There are a bunch of 'em in the room, but it's still too dark to count.
Q: How many Scholars does it take to change a light bulb?
A: What do you mean by "light bulb?" Is it lit? How old is it?
What color is...? How high...? Who...? Is it legal?
Q: How many Scholars does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Ah man...! Hey guys, what comes after seven?
Q: "How many Sages does it takes to change a light bulb?"
A: I don't know, but I'd like to talk about it.
A: "How many Sages does it takes to change a light bulb?"
Q: Old Sages don't change light bulbs. We sit around by candlelight discussing which light bulb is the best until a Warrior comes along and changes it for us, muttering something about 'useless tongue-wagging'.
Q: "How many Sages does it takes to change a light bulb?"
A: Depends on how you define "change."
Q: How many Servers does it take to change a light bulb?
A:
Already taken care of. More tea? A pillow for your neck? How's the temperature in here for you, okay?
Q: How many Priests does it take to change a light bulb?
A:
Just one. And the Priest will see to it that the light bulb really *wants* to change.
Q: How many Priests does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Only one, and they will preach to you until you *see the light*!
Q: How many Priests does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Only one and they've already gotten the Warriors to do it for
them.
Q. How many Priests does it take to change a light bulb?
A. None, we use the light within....it never burns out
Q: How many Artisans does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Only one, but wouldn't it look nicer if you changed the whole fixture?
Or perhaps knock out a wall to let in the natural light?
Q: How many Artisans does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Well, one to design the lampshade, one to re-cover the furniture, one to choose new wallpaper, another to hang new drapes, another to select new carpet, one to chose the music....there must be more ... What?
You mean *only* wanted a new light bulb?!
Q: How many Artisans does it take to change a light bulb?
A: It may take only one, or it may take quite a few, but chances are when
an Artisan finally gets around to changing that light bulb, the white shirt you are wearing is going to look purple.
Q: How many <fill in the blank> does it take to change a light bulb?
Answers: Server: 1 can do it, and do it well!!
Anytime, anywhere!!
Warriors: a) None � though we see lots of strategic approaches for changing
light-bulbs and how to best defend the abused light-bulbs ...
b) I'll do it - I'm already on my ladder ...
Artisan: a) 1 can do it, and perhaps fit another 50 bulbs into
the same socket, complete with artistic weaving patterns, etc.
b) Talk about using a paper-clip as a light-bulb, if anyone can do that, he/she
has to be an
Artisan.
Priest: One and we need 100 others to carry out the ritual.
King: None � you only report to
them
Q: How many fragments of Michael's entity does it take to change a light
bulb?
A: None. All is choice, the bulb decided it was time to cycle off, and we
support it with our guidance and love.
Q: How many Transcendental Souls does it take to change a light bulb?
A: One, but they don't change it, they heal the old one.
Q: How many Infinite Souls does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None, the light bulb blew because the Infinite Soul was trying come through it to start with.
Understanding Artisans: An Illustrated Primer
Lesson One
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Two Artisans were walking across campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?"
The second Artisan replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike.
She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want."
The second Artisan nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."
Lesson Two
To the optimist, the glass is half full.
To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.
To the Artisan, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Lesson Three
A pastor, a doctor and an Artisan were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The Artisan fumed, "What's with these guys?
We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!" The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!" The pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him." [dramatic pause]
"Hi George, say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?" The greens keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind firefighters who lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year! We always let them play for free-anytime."
The group was silent for a moment. The pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them."
The Artisan said, "Why can't those guys play at night?"
Personality Roles & Paper Recycling
Sages wisely know why cardboard should be recycled, and tell anyone and everyone in detail the whole exciting process; and you'd never guess who they saw at the Paper dump, throwing away the same magazines that they read! In a crowd they use the cardboard to stand on, so people can see them better.
An Artisan's idea of recycling is to turn paper into paper mache masks, Indian beads, wine bottles or even houses. If you can't turn paper into something that doesn't resemble paper, then why make it in the first place?
The Priest goes around on Saturday mornings, collecting cardboard from neighbors, saying, "And you might as well put your old clothing in the boxes for the orphans and if you couldn't give a contribution toward the young boy's football team bus, too?"
A Server might say, "If you're going to the dump, take mine with you; it's no point us both wasting our time on the same job." Servers recycle paper because they don't want it getting under your, and their, feet!
Kings don't know what recycling is, they just rip off the wrapping paper, take out the present and then throw paper and cardboard box at nearest server; unless a WARRIOR gets there first, of course!
Warriors kick the boxes, (with contents!) down the street at night till it arrives somewhere near the dump. Heaven help anyone who has a better way, or in warrior-speak, a different STRATEGY or OBJECTIVE. When it rains, the box is recycled; end of story!
Scholars remove labels from boxes for future reference. Bar codes are compared, and toilet paper instructions in fifteen languages are checked for grammatical errors and mathematical correctness (240 sheets per roll multiplied by 3 ply paper equals 720, er ,er ... something or others!) Empty boxes are used for bringing books and magazines HOME from the dump.
Michael Students are expert recyclers! They only need to look briefly at a little box, and they can say exactly how many times it has been recycled, how it has been used, how it has grown since its early days, and that its color, size, weight and labeling are of no importance, since recycling's ultimate goal is to integrate all paper into one understanding of what it is to be paper.
And somewhere, on a hillside not too far away from the massive recycling plant, grows a tree. This tree sees all that is happening in the process, and because of it's viewpoint from the hillside and past experience, has a better understanding of recycling.
And the winds that whisper through the trees tell the story from one tree to the other, and the same winds blow a few chosen FRAGMENTS of shredded paper due for recycling to the foot of that tree and they understand the message that he speaks because they are made of the same stuff that he is. And they ask him what they should call him, and he replies ANYTHING YOU WISH. THE LAST NAME A FRAGMENT OF THIS ENTITY USED WAS MICHAEL.
And the tree Michael continues to whisper in the forest, though he knows that trees further up the hillside have a much better view. He has heard it said that some trees see so far from their vantage point on the hillside that the forest just becomes a carpet of greens and reds and browns and all resemblance to a tree is lost, but his job for the moment is to teach these FRAGMENTS of paper how NOT to recycle � how to become trees.
But, late at night, when the winds have stilled, and Michael can spread his branches and breath, he looks up to the cloudless sky and sees the stars that stretch away into infinity, and he knows that he is made of the same stuff as these. And just as he tries to teach the fragments of paper not to recycle, he knows that someday he will have to recycle too. He asks himself, do I come back as a thousand and fifty pieces of paper, with all sorts of anything written on me, or do I reach my branches to the stars, because that is what I am made of and someday I must return there.
Sources: various online discussion groups and e-mail lists.
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Page updated: October 16, 2023
