Monday, August 17, 2015
The Inkblot Test
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Tell me what you see, when I fold my heart in paper, crush it, and open the pages again.
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A masterpiece
A wounded heart. Yet opening up its wings again to live and love again? :)
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A wise man once told me this story:
A scorpion fell into a river and it was drowning. The current carried it to a monk who was passing by.
"Help me," said the scorpion.
"I will," said the monk.
"But if you touch me, I will sting you. It's in my nature," said the scorpion.
Nevertheless, the monk scooped it out of the water and it stung him. The monk dropped it out of pain, and it fell back into the water.
"Help me," said the scorpion. "But if you touch me, I will sting you. It's in my nature."
The monk scooped it out of the water, and it stung him again. This time however, the monk managed to put it by the riverbank.
"Why did you save me, even though I stung you?" Asked the scorpion.
"Well," said the monk. "It's in my nature."
Why do we open the pages again even if our hearts were crushed? Because it's in our nature.
S.
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