| "Autor" |
fable |
|
|
|
geschrieben am: 07.01.2001 um 22:48 Uhr
|
|
Once there was a little snail who felt she was a very little snail indeed. The whole world seemed to unfathomably wide, no landmark to hold on to, just painful, frightening disorientation. So the little snail took all her pain and fear and turned them into the most solid material to build herself an unbreakable shell. It took her long years to construct this shell, but at last everything seemed perfect. And the little snail sat in her little shell, without motion and emotion. She watched the world from afar, never taking part, avoiding any contact, content in her security.
On came a big, bold elephant. He wondered about the strange shell and the little snail peeping out at him. So he did his very best to draw the snail out; told her of his curiosity, talked about the wonders of the world, talked about love. The little snail, however, tried to hide, to get away .. but a snail's crawl is no match for an elephant's stride. She told him she craved nothing but security, she begged him to leave her alone. But on he talked, following her everywhere, he called himself kind and perceiving, boasted of his reliability and perseverance. And because the little snail really admired his superiour wit and intelligence, she at last couldn't withstand him anymore. Her heart went out to him and she made of herself a present for him. She came out of her shell.
Then the elephant said: "You don't really need this dusty old shell any more, do you? I'll take good care of you." So he cut the shell from the snail's back, not even noticing how this made her bleed and cry. He crushed the shell with one tread of his big foot and was content with himself. And there the snail sat, aching and afraid, but loving with every living fibre, and as she looked at him, she felt the dawn of bright hope. But the elephant took one long look at her and told her that her shyness was dreary and her love boring. He turned and walked away.
And then .. why, what could there be then? Nothing. Just sheer empty nothingness. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Top
|
| "Autor" |
|
|
|
|
geschrieben am: 07.01.2001 um 23:05 Uhr
|
|
hmmtja..
mit etwas glück hat die schnecke etwas daraus gelernt:
erstens: die eine oder andere spezies ausgeschlossen ist es die bestimmung der schnecke, ihr haus mit sich herumzutragen.
es ist nicht ihre bestimmung, sich darin zu verstecken. tut sie es, wird sie weltfremd und vergöttert elefanten.
zwotens: traue nie einem elefanten, der sich selbst lobt.
und drittens: intelligenz kann ganz unterhaltsam sein, ist aber kein charakterzug...
;)
 |
| alle menschen sind gleich. gleich doof, gleich hässlich und gleich beleidigt. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
Top
|
