Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of
a great crystal river. The current of the river swept
silently over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good
and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its
own crystal self.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs
and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way
of life, and resisting the current what each had learned
from birth.
But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging.
Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the
current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it
take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.'
The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and
that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed
across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!'
But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let
go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current
across the rocks.
Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the
current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised
and hurt no more. And the creatures downstream, to whom he
was a stranger, cried, 'See a miracle! A creature like
ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us
all!'
And the one carried in the current said, 'I am no more
Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if
only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this
adventure.' But they cried the more, 'Saviour!' all the the
while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he
was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a
Saviour.
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