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Once upon a time there was a man who went from town to town. He considered himself a very learned fellow. Besides reading many books, he had also arranged a system for classifying the people he met. While sitting in the shade of a tree one day, he began to remember the story of his life. “Poor humanity!” he sighed, “Poor man – at once both genius and lunatic. He’s like a door that can’t be opened because it’s rusted shut with lies and hate. Poor rational animal, you walk on the edge of each moment, with two feet, three, four or sometimes none. Poor flower of humanity, you’ve become a thorn that spills torrents of blood over deserts that you’ve created in yourself.” He was still complaining when a lovely fruit fell at his feet. He picked it up, saying: “Poor thing, falling to your death from such a great height!” And the Fruit answered: “My Friend, the right to speak about the many forms of poverty belongs to those who have tried to do something about it. By talking and thinking about acting, as you do, you are an example of the cause of poverty which you talk about so much. Like so many others, you hide behind your complaints. As for me, how little you know, if you don’t understand that every twilight heralds a dawn…” Thought: Hmmm… To transform yourself into a pure feeling in relation to a harsh and a painful idea or an image. Then you would only need to stretch out a sensitive hand and harvest the positive thoughts that are all around you. * Photo courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/stofoto/268163257/
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