Henry, an unassuming man of average height and unruly, mousey-brown hair, was known for a rather unusual trait, or rather, the lack of one – he was a man who didn’t possess a strong viewpoint or opinion of his own.

Henry wasn’t unintelligent. He could engage in discussions on a wide range of topics, blending seamlessly into the viewpoints of whomever he was conversing with. If he was with a group of artists, he’d extol the virtues of abstract expressionism; if surrounded by scientists, he’d passionately discuss the latest advances in quantum physics. Some would say he was disingenuous. Henry would say, sometimes, that he found comfort in the acceptance and camaraderie of others.

One morning, Henry found himself in the middle of a heated debate about politics at a local café. As the conversation grew more intense, he couldn’t help but feel the pull to align with one of the viewpoints. 

“We need to prioritize social welfare and ensure equality for all, no matter the cost,” said one participant.

“But we can’t ignore personal responsibility and independence,” said another.

“And what about the environment? We must prioritize sustainability and address climate change.”

“But we can’t forget our cultural heritage and values.”

And on and on they went.

“I understand your concerns,” Henry began softly, but capturing the attention of the group.

 “Let’s not forget the value of personal responsibility and economic freedom,” he continued. “We must also recognize the importance of individual liberties and limited government interference.”

“But what about progressivism and the need for radical change to address systemic inequality?” spoke a young progressive. 

He ignored her. Then, nodding thoughtfully, he closed his eyes, and smiled gently to himself.

 “Perhaps it’s in the balance, finding a way to create a society that prioritizes both communal well-being and individual freedoms. We don’t have to be confined by rigid labels; we can strive for a more comprehensive understanding of the complex issues we face. By embracing the best elements from each ideology, we might forge a more harmonious society, recognizing the complex challenges we face.”

And just like that, the cafe’s crowd turned into a cult. 

Henry took his hands and placed an imaginary crown on his head. 

“Balance. Balance. BALANCE,” they all chanted together.

Henry, his confidence brimming like he had just single-handedly unraveled the mysteries of the universe, took a triumphant sip of his coffee. But as the lukewarm, murky concoction touched his lips, his face contorted. 

In a moment, he realized that he had been served an instant coffee. Henry sputtered, coughed, and then promptly spit out the vile brew. 

The café patrons looked on, thinking this was a new form of political statement. Henry, in all of his caffeinated distress, had started a revolution. 

His court raised their mugs to their benevolent king, acknowledged his newfound power, and all drank and spat together in warm liquid harmony.