The Weight of a Snowflake
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a coalmouse* asked a wild dove.” Nothing more than nothing,” responded the dove.
“In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story,” the coalmouse said.” I sat on the branch 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 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 weighing nothing more than nothing, as you say, the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the coalmouse flew away. The dove, having been since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, 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 Author Unknown
* coalmouse: a type of small, wild bird.
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a coalmouse* asked a wild dove.” Nothing more than nothing,” responded the dove.
“In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story,” the coalmouse said.” I sat on the branch 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 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 weighing nothing more than nothing, as you say, the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the coalmouse flew away. The dove, having been since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, 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 Author Unknown
* coalmouse: a type of small, wild bird.
