more! Haven't you ever read that sweet, but significant poem, " The
Mountain and the Squirrel" by the American Philosopher-poet Emerson, that
brings out a similar truth. Does it not hail the greatness of littleness? It is
indeed a marvelous piece of the rarest ripe wisdom.
story goes that once a little young and energetic squirrel, seer, moving lustily
hither and thither, squeaking and chipping with such ease and grace, roused
jealously in a mountain. An unusual occurrence indeed! But it did excite in the
mountain. Hence the outburst of anger.
The mountain conscious of its enormous size and infinite strength started
accusing the bun, "you little prig! What an earth do you gain by moving so
fast and singing so blithe?" The squirrel was startled. It stopped its
sprightly dance and sat down on its hind legs resting the entire mass of its
body on its beautiful stripped tail. Raising
its little pointing finger, it demanded explanation for such baseless charge and
causeless jealousy. The vain mountain reiterated its charge and affirmed,
"Are you not moving fast to exhibit your insignificant spirits? You are too
proud of your nimble body and squeaking voice". The bun flew into
ungovernable rage. Evidently its honour was hit. It burst out, "Mr.
Mountain, I deny not the fact that you carry forests on your back, offer
footstool for the beautiful blue clouds, give birth to rivulets and lastly
occupy millions of acres of the mother earth. They are yours. None can gainsay.
Be doubly sure, you can not dance, or sing as I do. You lack the power of
movement. You are denied the capacity to crack even the smallest nut. Therefore,
I dare say, You are only a dull, dead, dreadening mass of damnable, hard, black,
dirty rock unfit to render any piece of service to any one. I make bold to say,
your hugeness is a colossal waste. Your existence is disgracefully useless. Your
shape is ugly and hideous. Your inertia is abominable.