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  2010-04-10 08:18:29 #1

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  Azazello-

  senior tag

  "...Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect
  wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, hes was
  a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to
  everyone who saw him.

  One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in
  love with him.

  She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazem...ent, her heart pounding,
  her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her,
  and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired
  and venerated and celebrated that bird.

  But then she thought: He
  might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that
  she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt
  envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.

  And she felt alone.

  And
  she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears,
  he will never leave again."

  The bird who was also in love,
  returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

  She
  looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion,
  and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything
  you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to
  take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him,
  she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true
  meaning of his life began to waste away and his feathers to lose their
  gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention,
  except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

  One day, the
  bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking
  about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the
  day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst
  the clouds.

  If she had looked more deeply into herself, she
  would have realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his
  freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

  Without
  the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her
  door. "Why have you come?" she asked Detah. "So that you can fly once
  more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to
  come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you
  now need me in order to find him again...."

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