April 2002
It gives us tremendous pleasure to present this month a transcript of a recently discovered speech delivered to the graduating class at The University of California at Berkeley by Master Yat in the summer of 1961. As you may recall, this was a time fraught with many troubles and the world was teetering on the brink of momentous change. It is now little remembered the role Master Yat played at this time, yet it is a fact known to us at The Dolphin Sky Foundation that it was indeed he that pushed the world over that brink and launched a period in American history the likes of which may never come again. K. Lowell, Editor
  
   As I stand here on this dais before this tousled sea of young and expectant faces, faces that look toward the future, a future not unlike a large and colorful piñata, full of surprises both sweet and tawdry, I am reminded of the pungent dolphin audiences that upon a time surrounded me, and listened enrapt to tales of Solubility, that great and mystical law which has consumed my lives upon this blue and spinning orb and indeed brought me hence today to your very midst.
   What is Solubility, I hear you asking, though without words. Ah, my young scholars, that is a question that would take many lifetimes to answer, yet explain it I will with this fatuous and risible parable.
   There was a happy and winsome goatherd, many long ages past, whose cheese was the finest in all the land. People rode from far and wide to sample his delicate curds. At the Winter Solstice, the village of which he was a member, held an annual cheese contest, with the winner of this noisome competition being awarded the pick of the loveliest new goats as well as the much-practiced services of the most beautiful of the hamlet's young ladies.
   Many hours he spent making his perfect and toothsome cheese, staying awake far into the nights, pressing and straining his beautiful white curds. At month's end, he was ready for the contest, his cheese stacked in neat bundles in a shed beside his small stone cottage.
   That night, as he was belatedly making his way bedward, he chanced to spy the neighbor's cat sneaking into the shed that held his marvelous cheese. Running heedless of his bare feet through the dark and stony yard, he chased the cat away with a shout and returned to his house much in need of slumber. He had no sooner laid his weary head upon the pillow, that he heard a mewling coming from the direction of the shed. Racing out the door, he found the neighbor's cat once more seeking entry and grabbing a milking bucket, hurled it at the startled tabby, catching it on the rump and sending it into the dark night with a terrified screech.
   At last the goatherd was able to fall into a deep and untroubled sleep, the cat returning no more to threaten his precious cheese or disturb his dreams of his presumptive and luscious prizes. Upon rising at dawn, he went about his usual business and readied himself for the great cheese contest. Donning his hat and cloak, he slung his purse over his shoulder, and wheeled his barrow to the shed to gather his hopeful cheese.
   Yet on opening the door, he was stricken as one who's senses have been rendered useless. There on the floor were dozens of empty wrappings, the sole remnants of his beautiful cheese, all of which had been consumed by an army of hungry rats, the last of which was at that moment squeezing through a crack and disappearing, sated and happy. It was then that the luckless goatherd realized his terrible folly: the neighbor's cat had been only trying to catch the rats, not eat the cheese and had he not scorned it, the cheese would still be there, the new goats and talented ladies his. Utterly distraught, the hapless goatherd flung himself headlong from the church steeple, landing with a splat on a visiting ecclesiastical supervisor, killing both outright. Thus it is proven many times over that it is always far better to welcome a little neighborly pussy than to bop the bishop.
   And that, my children, is Solubility. Carry this newfound wisdom in your scorpions as you go out into this beguiling and jeopardous world. Free love from its shackles. Feed your head with the ageless wisdom that is writ upon the unread page. Tune in to the music of the spheres. Turn on your axes the like the beautiful spinning planets you are. Drop out the baggage that weighs you down. I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all in this great drama together. All you need is love. And as much money as your parents will give you.

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