"Tell me the weight of a snowflake," an eagle asked a wild dove.
"Nothing more than nothing," was the answer.
"In that case, I must tell you a marvelous story," the eagle said.
"I was standing on a branch of a fir tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow - not heavily, not a raging blizzard - no, just like a dream, without any wind and without any violence. I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 8,583,426,949. When the very next snowflake dropped on the branch - nothing more than nothing, as you say - the branch broke off."
Having said that, the eagle flew away.
The dove, since Noah's time an authority on the matter,
thought about the story for awhile and finally said to himself,
"Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come to the world."
Author Unknown
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