“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a coal-mouse asked a
wild dove.
“In that case I must tell you a marvelous story,” the coal
mouse said. “I sat on a branch of a fir
tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow, not heavily, not in a giant
blizzard, no, just like in a dream, without any violence. Since I didn’t have anything better to do, I
counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the next snowflake dropped onto the
branch – nothing more than nothing, as you say – the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the coal-mouse flew away. The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on change, thought about the story for a while and finally said to herself: “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come about in the world”
(By Kurt Kauer, excerpted from The Art of Forgiveness, Lovingkindness, and Peace by Jack Kornfield)
Nothing is so strong as gentleness. Nothing is so gentle as real strength.
Frances de Sales
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