The Snowy Egret and The Hunter
Once upon a time, a hunter came upon a snowy egret and asked it's purpose. The egret proudly explained that while it spent most of its time catching crabs and newts, its pure-white plumes were prized everywhere it went. "Sometimes, I like to soar above the cities and towns and see women of fashion with long white plumes in their hats and poets holding my plumes to paper. The poets will be mottled with black ink while my feather stays pure for the poet feels more for the stylus than for style, work or words. My feather over their own feet. Truly, I am blessed among birds. And what is your purpose?"
Moral: Every question contains an answer, and every answer holds a shell.
Two Crows in A Cornfield
Two crows sat in a cornfield one day. "Why are we here?" asked one of the other.
"We are part of a great circle," explained the second crow. "in which a farmer plants her seeds and the fertilizer she spreads leaks into the stream and kills the fish which are taken by rodents who crawl off into the cornfield where we eat them, leaving behind a second fertilizer which nourishes the weeds that drive the farmer into politics and social commentary."
The first crow raised a proud wing to salute the second. "Cursed will be the generation without ecologists."
Moral: It takes an infinity of tangents to make a single globe.
Wisdom, n. Delirium in a careful cadence.