Waxing a bit philosophical this morning. Besides, I like the simple lessons of parables.
“Rightly defined philosophy is simply the love of wisdom.” – Marcus Tullius Cicero
An old Cherokee and his grandson sat in the morning sunlight at the edge of a river. They were supposedly fishing, but it seemed the fish were not particularly hungry that day, and they got few bites.
To fill in the time, the old man told the boy stories.
At one point, the old man turned to the boy and asked, “Did you know there are wolves inside you?”
The youngster, a mix of wonder tempered with skepticism on his face, looked down a his bare stomach.
“Wolves are large and fierce. Not even one wolf could fit inside me,” he challenged.
The grandfather, turning his attention back to the river, and his fishing line, continued in the same patient, even voice.
“And yet, inside each of us there are two wolves locked in a fierce fight.
One wolf is Good – the other, Evil.”
“Evil, ” he continued, “is anger, jealousy, hate, greed, resentment, and lies. Good is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, and truth.”
The old man then fell silent, maintaining his concentrating on his fishing line.
Unable to believe the story had ended so abruptly, the boy demanded, “But Grandfather… which wolf wins?”
The old man turned, looked straight into the boys eyes, and said, “The one you feed.”
“I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend.” – Thomas Jefferson
Which one of your wolves gets fed most regularly?