"Tell me the weight of a snowflake," a coal-mouse asked a wild dove."Nothing more than nothing," was the answer.
"In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story," the coal-mouse said.
"I sat on the branche of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow- not heavily, not in a raging blizzard- no just like in a dream, without a wound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branche. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the 3,741,953rd droppd onto the branche, 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 the matter, thought about the story for awhile, and finally said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come to the world."
------ Synchronicity, Joseph Jaworski -------
