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发信人: icecap (玉暖生烟·Mystery), 信区: English
标  题: Tell Me Something about Love (3)
发信站: 哈工大紫丁香 (2003年05月15日20:49:19 星期四), 站内信件

Advancing on the road，he soon came across a line of trees along the roadsi
de. He felt a little tired from all the walking，so he approached a tree to
rest under its shadow. Sitting there，he looked up to the tree's foliage and
he noticed a small thing moving among the leaves and the branches. He got u
p to see more clearly and realized that what was moving was a small caterpil
lar. It was busy eating a leaf.
　"Hello"，he dared to say，"I am in the middle of a journey to find answe
rs. So far I have found three，but I think I still need to find more. Can yo
u tell me something about love？"
　"I can tell you something. "Its voice was little，and seemed to shiver.
"Look at the other branches in this tree. I'm not alone：we are so many。"Fa
ldan could see that，in fact，the tree was full of small，hungry caterpillar
s. "We all walk upon the branches，and we all feed on the tree. We all hurt
it，but still it stays there. It endures，with leaves ever new. Always with
more food for us to eat. Now look at those other branches there，a little hi
gher：some of us have eaten enough and are resting now. They sleep，they sle
ep inside a house that they them-selves have woven. I will also soon go ther
e，I will climb one of those branches and will do the same，I will weave a h
ome to sleep. You know what will happen then，you know. After a time of bein
g there by myself，I will be turned into a butterfly. And all thanks to this
tree that I hurt now，but that I never destroy. Now，as you can see，I am v
ery slow to move. But one day I will be able to fly far away. Yes，beautiful
wings will grow on my ugly body，and all thanks to this tree which feeds me
. In fact I will always carry its essence with me，because what it has given
me will be a part of myself，I will carry it on my wings. And I know that i
t will be glad when it sees me fly around it，and then far，far away from he
re. "The caterpillar stopped.
　The Southern Knight looked at the tree and the leaves. Some butterflies
fluttered around him. His journey had just started. He had found unexpected
answers to his question，as unexpected as the characters who he had heard th
em from. But still the puzzle remained incomplete. He decided to go on and c
ontinue with his quest. He took the road which led to a nearby village.
　Walking through the streets he soon came to the marketplace，which was f
ull of people that busily came and went，shouting and laughing.
　In a small alley，he saw a portal where a young girl was talking with a
man of dark skin who looked like a fisherman. On coming closer，he noticed t
hat what the girl sold was pearls. Faldan started to see the pearls without
paying too much attention，but suddenly one of them caught his attention. It
was truly beautiful. It was a perfect sphere and the reflections of light u
p-on its surface moved with grace as he turned it with his fingers，as if he
had captured a small rainbow in his hand. The pearl was mounted on a fine g
olden ring. The knight was fascinated by its sober and elegant beauty，and a
dmired it in silence as he remembered the beauty of his lost wife. "How diff
erent are this pearl and I."was his thought. "And how different are the stor
ies of all the things in this world。"With a soft and elegant voice，he hear
d the pearl say，"Our histories are different，but maybe you and I are not s
o different after all. "
　Faldan was glad to find someone else to ask advice. So in his heart，he
repeated his question to the pearl. As she spoke，no one else could hear her
voice.
　"Love. . . mhhh. . . love is a process，which may begin in several ways.
Let me tell you what I know，and you will judge if my words carry any truth
for you. "
　"I come from two different places，my story is a curious one. Some time
ago，deep in the sea there was an oyster. It lived in peace and in lonelines
s. The sea provided food and shelter，and it remained like this for a long t
ime. One day，it happened that the oyster，always closed，opened her mouth a
little. And at this time，a grain of sand entered inside her. 'Ouch。'，sai
d the oyster，and she closed her mouth again. The grain of sand had hurt her
inside，for unlike her exterior，inside she was very soft and sensitive. Th
e sea，which had always gave her food and shelter，now brought her pain. The
oyster could not understand this.
　Her pain was very great，and she began to cover that grain of sand with
her tears. And those tears slowly took the form of the grain when they first
covered it，and later they began to form a small sphere. Covered by her nac
re tears，the grain of sand could not hurt her anymore：it had become smooth
and harmless. But it was something else. It was beautiful. Suddenly the oys
ter realized that in reality，the sea had brought her some-thing that had he
lped her to create something of great beauty inside her. This made her think
.
　She had always stayed closed，but when she decided to open，even if she
was hurt，she knew that she could create something，something that she herse
lf didn't know was possible. And now the oyster cried again，but this time h
er tears were of happiness，and in this way she made the sphere grow even mo
re，and made it even more beautiful and bright.
　One day，a man came swimming to the depths of the sea，and he saw the lo
nely oyster. The man who came down swimming took the oyster in his hands，kn
owing or guessing what could be insideher. He took her to the surface and th
ere he opened her mouth，discovering the beautiful pearl to the light of day
. That pearl which had been born in the darkness，in the depths，could now s
ee the light of the sun. I am that grain of salt，and I am also the nacre te
ars that the oyster cried. I am her pain and also her joy，I am the result o
f that long process. I am the Sea.
　The pearl's words had touched his heart deeply. This time more than all
the others，he felt he shared many things with the pearl. Maybe he was very
similar to her. He reflected on his journey and on the strange discoveries h
e had made along.
　Waiting，preparing for a test，giving，recalling，trans-forming，enduran
ce. It seemed that love could be as many things as there were stars in the s
ky. （To be continued）

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  Everyday we have
  is one more than we deserve


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