“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,” a coal-mouse asked a wild dove.
“Nothing more than nothing,” the dove answered.
“In that case I must tell you a marvelous story,” the coal-mouse said.
“I sat on a branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard-no, just like in a dream, without any violence. Since I didn’t have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,471,952. When the 3,741,953rd dropped onto the branch-nothing more than nothing, as you say-the branch broke off.”
Having said that, the coal-mouse flew away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on that matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself, “Perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world.”
~~New Fables Thus Spoke “The Carabou” by Kurt Kauter