"Humans don't really belong on this earth, they're latecomers and never fitted in," he said to me.
"Why? "

"See the animals, the birds, the insects. Everything with life in it lived in harmony. But humans were different and foreign. They didn't even live for each other. Each one looked out only for himself. But they all had one thing in common; an obsession for possessions, each one putting all his energy into grabbing everything in sight and never saying "I've had enough".

"And they were afraid of the nature that surrounds them. They feel so threatened that they are even afraid of the countryside, the trees, the bushes! They never stop till they make stone houses and shut out the song of the birds and all other sounds of nature and the beauty of creation. They never rest till they build more more ugly clumps of houses they call "towns"."

I finally began to comprehend the wide gap between humans and the rest of god's creatures...

My mind was still working on what had been said when he went on...

"You said your people owned this place. Don't you understand that humans can NEVER own anything ?! No more than he owns time itself! Humans only have things for a short time. Like the wild birds and the wild animals my people have been here since the beginning of what your people call "time". Long before your race travelled over the wide waters and settled here. Before your people came, my people were here enjoying the freedom of the air, the fields and the forests, and we never said we owned any of these things. Before you came and talked of 'owning'...."

Pat Nevin.

The Ass And His Shadow

A Traveller hired an Ass to convey him to a distant place. The day being intensely hot, and the sun shining in its strength, the traveller stopped to rest, and sought shelter from the heat under the Shadow of the Ass. As this afforded only protection for one, and as the traveller and the owner of the Ass both claimed it, a violent dispute arose between them as to which of them had the right to it. The owner maintained that he had let the Ass only, and not his Shadow. The traveller asserted that he had, with the hire of the Ass, hired his Shadow also. The quarrel proceeded from words to blows, and while the men fought the Ass galloped off.

In quarrelling about the shadow we often lose the substance.

Bíonn dhá insint ar scéal agus dhá leagan déag ar amhrán.

There are two sides to every story and twelve versions of a song.

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