A child, going home from school at the end of the day, picked up the rock and with all the repressed energy threw it in the air. The rock was delighted and told his colleagues in the pile, “we all wished we could fly, but it is only me who can do it, and here I am in the air like a bird.” It hit a window pane and the glass was shattered, and the rock said, “this is what happens when something gets in my way. I break it into small pieces. So beware.” The rock fell on a mattress kept in the sun on the balcony, and it said, “I was obviously expected and my host has kept this soft mattress for me to rest on.” Hearing the sound of broken glass, a servant came to the balcony, saw the stone and picked it up, and the rock thought, “here I am being welcomed like royalty”. The servant threw the rock back into the pile, and the rock said to his colleagues, “I was beginning to feel homesick, and here I am back home among you, after a wonderful experience.”
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