suspended from the tips of flower petals above a large lake whose surface was like glass.
And these dewdrops spoke amongst themselves.
1st dewdrop (the realist): The morning sun will soon rise and his warmth shall
melt our hold unto life.
2nd dewdrop (the optimist): Indeed, I welcome the sun for she is the harbinger
of a new day and of leaves and petals that have yet to be visited.
3rd dewdrop (the pessimist): Your courage and hope are great indeed, but all
that shall melt away too when your hour shall come.
4th dewdrop (the mystic, always in his own world, muttering to himself): How
strange! I gaze upon the unknown below, where my destiny lies, and all I see is
a reflection of myself.
5th dewdrop (the prophet, addressing all): My friends, below this glassy, cold
surface lies a spacious, dreamy land whose inhabitants are graceful and
colorful. There, we shall dwell upon greater petals and flowers more fragrant.
6th dewdrop (the empiricist): I cannot believe in that which I cannot touch. And I
would not dare to abridge this great distance, lest I lose my strong grip unto life.
For I have a fear of falling.
7th dewdrop (the artist, looking away, gazing upon the sky): I would plunge my
body into this unknown, but I would not rob the last few moments of their delight.
I would now breathe the fragrance of the morning air and bask in the gentle
touch of the early breeze.
After a moment, they all began to speak again, with their voices overlapping
that nothing could be distinguished from their speech.
And in the midst of their rising argument, the sun quietly began to hover above the horizon.
In that instant, they beheld the sun's reflection within themselves and all fell silent.
And together, they tumbled into the lake, disturbing the surface for only a moment,
creating countless circles in the water.
But when their circles met, the surface of the lake was restored to stillness.
And the sun cast her reflection upon the water perfectly.
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