Friday, March 31, 2006

Once upon a time a man, whose ax was missing, suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his ax while digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked and spoke like any other child.

-Lao-tzu, philosopher
(6th century BCE)

5 comments:

neha said...

My office (which I share with Bec) got broken into between 7 and 10:30 pm, the day before yesterday.

Nothing was taken, there was nothing worth the while (for anyone but us) in the office. The glass window of the door had been smashed and one of the plant-less plant pots was tipped over. The floor was thus covered soil and plastic glass. The police had sprinkled (more like poured) finger print powder all over the place.

Today morning, when I came, the office had been cleaned. They have replaced the plastic glass with regular glass. This (new glass) had finger prints all over it. There used to be a Sponge Bob (http://www.nick.com/all_nick/tv_supersites/characters.jhtml?show_id=spo&character=Spongebob) postcard on the glass pane, which did not get damaged during the smashing up (I think that was because the glass was plastic and wired). I have put it back, the place looks a bit more cheerful now.

I just dont like the idea of a million people going thru my things. God knows how many of them...

(Goodness alone knows why did I write this here!!!)

Blogagaard said...

great quote, neha. I love Lao Tzu. Sorry to hear about the break in.

neha said...

yes, very true isnt it? . we believe it was an insider job, so was happening to me yesterday :D

i shook it off after a couple of minutes, tho, after realising that i was being rather stupid.

Unsane said...

an emotional eye sees what it desires to see. A cold rational eye sees what it makes sense to see.

neha said...

I think you can call me one with a 'cold rational eye', then. I don't find beauty in projecting my emotions on things and people. Only I realise that I do that way way too often, and then things stop making sense.
I think things all have to add up to make sense, but, only look around and see how hard it is 'find' that sense in all that is happening.

thanks for dropping by, unsane :)