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Page 27, A Fable...

Once there was a man of science who had looked at little things for so long a time
That he came eventually to deny
The existence of big things...

Every big thing in the universe,
To his mind,
Was merely a collection of little things.

A comet did not interest him as a comet,
Nor a planet as a planet,
But he was curious as to the traits
Of the infinitesimal particles of which comets and planets are composed...

A world is not merely the sum of the parts which make a world;
It is the sum of the parts plus that something which makes the parts into a world...

But the large, simple realities,
The agglomerate masses endowed with definite form and singleness of character,
Escaped him in his quaint search among atoms and electrons

For ultimate truth...

He thought of a Man as so much salts and gases...
But a Man is not that: a Man is a Man,
And if you seek his soul biologically
You progress towards that wilderness of diffusion
Which the ancients called Chaos;
And your sanity will perish in a bedlam of nomenclature.

Our friend the man of science,
Looking at nothing but little things,
Had come to feel a strange superiority to all things at which he looked...

It was illogical, according to his own theory, and
he was unconscious of it, but he did feel superior to all things at which he looked...

And one day he looked at the sun;
It occurred to him to study the sun--
And in an absent-minded mood he looked at the sun

In the same manner in which he looked at everything else,

He looked at it patronizingly,
He looked at it, as he looked at everything,
Through a microscope...
He had the microscope habit...
The sun does not like to be patronized,

Because it remembers the day when it was Apollo and a god.

It spins, out there in space, with considerable dignity,
and thinks highly of itself:
If there were clubs out there where the sun lives the sun would be a member of the Union League Club...

"God bless my soul!" said the sun,
"Am I deceived, or is there somebody actually looking at me through a microscope! Heh! Through a microscope! What? At me! At the sun! Through a microscope! I'll fix him!"

A moment later the scientist's wife said to him,
"George, I smell something burning!"
"I don't smell anything," said the man of science, "but I have an odd pain in my head."

"George," said his wife, "you poor fool, I think it is you that I smell burning."

"I think you are right, my dear," said the scientist, "I believe my eye is fried!"
"Just like an egg!" said his wife, looking at it.

"Ha! Ha!" said the sun. "You will look at me through a magnifying glass, will you? I'll show you who's who in this solar system! If I ever see you so much as tilting a drinking glass or a milk bottle in my direction again, I'll cook your other optic for you, too, Damn your eyes!"

If you look at little things so much
That you eventually deny the existence of big things,
The big things, sooner or later,
Will take their revenge upon you,
Tragically or grotesquely.

Is that you Mary,You sure have changed!.......................

haha OP you forgot to put this after your bump... hahaha.

Your Choice America !Wake up before it is to late!

oh yeah forgot,hehe!

oh yeah forgot,hehe!

Your Choice America !Wake up before it is to late!