soar with the eagles
SOAR WITH THE EAGLES
There's an old fable that talks about a man who found an eagle's
egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen.
The eagle hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.
All his life, the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, thinking he was
a barnyard chicken.
He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled.
And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet in the air.
Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent
bird above him in the cloudless sky.
It glided in graceful majesty among powerful wind currents, with scarcely
a beat of its strong golden wings. The old eagle looked up in awe.
"Who's that?" he asked. "That's the eagle, the king of the birds,"
said his neighbor. "He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth--
So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that's what he thought he was.
How sad when we who are children of the King live as chickens
when we could fly with the eagles.
'Assault is a behavior, not a device'
We've gone from Socrates, to Snooki.