博客: 6月24日

“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,”a titmouse asked a wild dove.

  "Nothing more than nothing,"was the answer.

   "In that case I must tell you a marvelous story," the titmouse said.

   "I sat on the branch of a fir tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard---no, just like a dream, without a sound 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 branch. Their number was exactly 8865220. When 8865221st dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say ---the branch broke off."

     Having said that, the titmouse flew away.

     The dove, 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 to the world."

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