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Deetle Lore
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The Three Villages
Long before borders or formal language, there were three villages on the edge of the known world: Deetle, Dighnt, and Dee. Each village had its flaws. But together, they stayed in balance.
What made them extraordinary wasnât just how they livedâbut how quickly they grew. People carried their stories, habits, and names out into the world. When new cities rose, whispers followed:
Everyone comes from one of the threeâwhether they know it or not.
From Deetle came dreamers artists, wanderersâthose whose passions had no clear finish line.
From Dighnt came builders, rulers and record-keepers, âthose who gave shape to the world.
From Dee came the quiet onesâthinkers, listeners, keepers of things no one else saw.
Most people today carry pieces of all three:
A spark of Deetle to begin. A dose of Dighnt when life falls apart. A whisper of Dee when nothing needs to be said.
Though the villages are goneâtheir spirits linger in how we move, love, and carry whatâs been passed down. And still, when something odd happens, someone might murmur,
âThatâs Deetle again.â And others will quietly nod.
I Wonât Remove the Valises
One still night on a train, Gary sat across from a man with weathered leather valises on the seat next to him.
The conductor appeared. âRemove the valises off of the seat,â he snapped.
The man hesitatedânot from defiance, but from some quiet knowing. He softly sang:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, I wonât remove the valises off of the seat.â
The conductor demanded again, âI said, Remove the valises off of the seat right now.â
The man repeated his song:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, I wonât remove the valises off of the seat.â
The conductor, visibly frustrated, threw the valises from the trainâsome burst open, others just vanished into motion. The train kept going.
âYou see what happens when you donât listen!â shouted the conductor.
The man simply sang:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, those valises donât belong to me.â
Later
Gary wrote everything down. Hee told the others. They laughed at the word valises. Who says that anymore?
Except Goober, always analyzing.
He looked at the page and said: âTheyâre not just valises. Theyâre burdens. The kind that arenât even ours to carry.â
And everyone understood.
Otto's stoicism reminded him that not every space needs to be filled, and not every discomfort needs a reaction.
Stuart, usually silly, saw the valises as "fancy bags with emotional zippers.â
Goober's lovable nerdiness saw the valises as unclaimed variables that never asked to be downloaded.â
Gary always reasonable wondered,Â
so, what does it mean?
Youâre not responsible for everything. You didnât pack those bags. You didnât cause the commotion. Itâs not your fault the valises are there.
The Phrases
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, I wonât remove the valises off of the seat.â
And the follow up:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, those valises donât belong to me.â
Became their incantation, their boundary:
Not refusal so much as clarity. Not everything is yours to solve. Strength isnât in carrying it all. Itâs in remembering who you are.
The valises may always be there. But you donât have to carry them.
The Awakening of the Five Walking Toward Three
Gary found a journal at a yard sale, buried under scratched CDs and rusted tools. Its cracked leather cover read:
âYou Are Five, Walking Toward Three:
Deetle, Dighnt, and Dee"
At first they were four:
Gary, Otto, Stuart and Goober
But they werenât complete until Neâer arrived.
He stormed in, loud and intense. âWhat about the valises?! Whoâs going to deal with them? You think this train runs itself?â
Gary answered, âWeâre not touching them.â
âWhy not?â Neâer demanded.
Goober replied: âBecause theyâre not ours.â
Neâer paused. Saw the journal. Saw the chalk-scrawled mantra:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, those valises donât belong to me,â
And something in him softened. Not much. But enough.
Neâer was always fireânot to burn, but to guard. He didnât trust stillness. He didnât understand surrender. But he was trying to protect something unnamed.
The others sawâhe wasnât outside the rhythm. He was part of it.
Neâer was the fifth directionâAggressive, sharp, urgent, essential.Â
âYou Are Five, Walking Toward Three:
Deetle taught them to dream. Dighnt taught them to build. Dee taught them thoughfulness.
They werenât here to save the world.
They were here to remember it.
To live the rhythm. To dance. To build. To rest.
And to sayâ
"Those Valises Donât Belong To Me,â I wonât remove them. I wonât throw them. I wonât carry what was never mine.â
Not because they didnât care. But because they did.
The Meaning of the Phrase
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, I wonât remove the valises off of the seat.â
Together, they mirror a life cycle: Dream. Build. Think. Begin again.
Then comes the line that reclaims identity: âI wonât remove the valises off of the seat.â It means:
I am not here to carry everything.
I didnât place these burdens.
I wonât be made responsible for what isnât mine.
Itâs not coldness. Itâs clarity. Itâs a return to the self.
So when the world gets loud, When burdens crowd your seat, When the conductor shouts at youâ Say it softly:
âDeetle Deetle Dighnt Dighnt, Dighnt Deetle Dee, those valises donât belong to meâ
And somehow, the train keeps moving. And somehow, thatâs enough.
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