"I enable people to fulfill their dreams; I provide
opportunity for a better life. You're just an obstructionist, but
I'm a facilitator--a metaphor for access, for hope, for possibility."
On another day a young maiden fleeing evil men ran across the rocks
until she reached the wall where she could go no farther. She cried
out and pounded her fists against the wall in despair until the men
caught up with her and carried her away. The bridge then said to
the wall in disgust, "You once accused me of having no discretion,
but you are worse, for you are completely heartless. You're so cold
and rigid that you cruelly prevent even the distressed and needy
from passing by. Maybe that's why walls are known everywhere as
symbols of 'No!' while we bridges are known as symbols of 'Yes!'"
"You, my loose and easy friend," said the wall, "indeed let the
distressed pass, but you also let the criminals pass. I, on the
other hand, provide the needed security to keep the land behind me
safe from harm. I am a protector, and I defend this pass and the
country well."
This dialogue continued for many years until one morning when
suddenly the earth shook with great violence. So strong was the
tremor that both the wall and the bridge were reduced to rubble at
the bottom of the chasm.
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