Tuesday, February 20, 2018

two philosophers


by nick nelson

illustrated by eddie el greco





a worm and a beetle were sitting in the dust having a conversation.

a butterfly flew by.

look at that butterfly, said the beetle, i wish i too could be as free as it, and could wander wherever i would, instead of having to sit here in the dust.

just then a human wearing khaki shorts and a pith helmet came along with a net, and captured the butterfly.

you see, said the worm, the butterfly was not so free as all that, but could be captured at any time by a human in khaki shorts.

look at that river, said the beetle, because they were seated near the bank of a river, it can flow all day, never stopping, and travel to distant lands.

a nasty little boy came along and began throwing rocks in the river, splashing water in the air, and disturbing the river’s steady flow.

you see, said the worm, anyone can come along and throw rocks, and who knows what else, in the poor river, and it is helpless to stop them.

look at that blue sky, said the beetle, up there smiling all day long, without a care.

dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and rain began to pour down.

see, said the worm, how quickly the tranquility of the sky can be disturbed.

yes, said the beetle, but it is raining on us, not on itself.



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