Understanding.
The food had just arrived, a bucket of figs, submerged in cool water to shield them from the heat, when the boy entered the narrow street. Confused and burning with anger, he broke the peace that had settled over the biggest ape.
“Come here,” said the biggest ape, voice low and firm.
He reached into the water and extended the boy a fig.
“Take this.”
“I don't understand...” the boy muttered, lowering himself onto the carpet. Grief and rage glowing through his eyes.
“You can have more,” answered the biggest ape.
A long pause followed. The ape measured every words carefully as the boy's tears drew sharp lines across his face.
“Listen,” he said at last.
“To understand life, you must see death.
To understand light, you must see darkness. To understand justice, you must see injustice.”
The biggest ape then ran a single finger across the still surface of the water, the motion briefly parting it into two.
They ate in silence.
In the distance, a ship was leaving the harbor, its sails taut with wind, its trail splitting the ocean.
*Such is the nature of understanding: fleeting borders in the mind of God.*
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Understanding.
The food had just arrived—a bucket of figs, submerged in cool water to shield them from the heat—when the boy entered the narrow street. Confused and burning with anger, he broke the peace that had settled over the biggest ape.
“Come here,” said the biggest ape, voice low and firm.
He reached into the water and extended the boy a fig.
“Take this.”
“I don't understand...” the boy muttered, lowering himself onto the carpet. Grief and rage glowing through his eyes.
“You can have more,” answered the biggest ape.
A long pause followed. The ape measured every words carefully as the boy's tears drew sharp lines across his face.
“Listen,” he said at last.
“To understand life, you must see death.
To understand light, you must see darkness. To understand justice, you must see injustice.”
The biggest ape then ran a single finger across the still surface of the water, the motion briefly parting it into two.
They ate in silence.
In the distance, a ship was leaving the harbor, its sails taut with wind, its trail splitting the ocean.
*Such is the nature of understanding: fleeting borders in the mind of God.*
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Understanding.
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