Pencil: I’m sorry…. Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong. Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. Eraser: That’s true.
There were two warring tribes in the Andes, one that lived in the lowlands and the other high in the mountains. The mountain people invaded the lowlanders one day. As part of their plundering of the people, they kidnapped a baby of one of the lowlander families and took with them back up into the
Once a Sufi master was dying. He was worried about how his three disciples would find a new master. If he said, “go to such and such” it would have been easy but he wanted them to find a new master themselves. He believed that when you find something yourself, it has immense value. So
Once upon a time a king is out for hunting in the forest. When it was time for evening prayers he dismounted, spread his mat on the earth and knelt to pray in the manner of devout Muslims everywhere. Now it was precisely at this time that a peasant woman, perturbed by the disappearance of
A newspaper that was violently opposed to the election of Theodore Roosevelt gave one of its expert photographers the task of obtaining a picture of the President that would show him in a repulsive pose, a picture that would cause the voters to form an unfavorable impression of him. At last the desired photo was