There was a frog that lived in a shallow well.
” Look how well off I am here ! ” he told a big turtle from the Eastern Ocean. ” You ought to see what treasures I hide in my little kingdom.’
The wise old Turtle could not believe his ears. So he asked whether he would show a few of them. The frog said,”You come tonight I shall show.” That night the turtle came around, calling the frog he announced he was at his disposal,’I shall be grateful if I could add something to my knapsack of knowledge. The frog said,”I have a wonderful brotherly feeling towards you.” The treasure is however so buried deep I cannot yet show you. May be another night. The turtle was so eager that he came around next night and he was disappointed. After a few nights the frog showed him the reflection of a quartermoon and said, “ this well is my garden and I planted some seed which I forget when. But it is sprouting.”
The turtle smiled and said, surely your garden is a magical garden. “
“Don’t you wish you had rather been born in this well than any other?”
The old turtle said,” The Emperor dragon put me in the backwaters while he appointed you to take care of his inestimable jewels.”
The frog said, “Pity, you were not singled out for luck; my forefathers in their time were doorkeepers of the Imperial Palace and the Emperor must have found their service excellent.”
“It seems so.” Replied the Old Turtle and went off wishing him well.
Are not we like the frog in the well when we speak of our belief-systems for which we stone, kill and burn others?
If we cannot handle this world of shadows what shall we do with the real?