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The Parable of the Ice Piece

High in the mountains, on a sparkling snow-white peak, an ice crystal, transparent as a baby's tear, was born. During the day he admired the sun, playing with light on his facets, skillfully created by nature. At night I rejoiced at the stars, looking at these amazing brilliant creatures. Gradually he grew, absorbing more and more energy of the gentle luminary. One day, when the crystal became so large that it could see not only the sky, but also the world around it, something amazing was revealed to it. The clouds hiding the foot of the mountains parted, and a magnificent valley, immersed in unusual bright colors of emerald, appeared before his eyes. This sight so captured the spirit of the crystal that he had a burning desire to descend into this extraordinary corner of nature at all costs and experience all its delights.

The crystal exerted all its strength to turn into water and quickly rushed down. The faster he descended, the more powerful he became. The stream became wider and seethed, boiling with unbridled passion. He rushed towards his dream, with enviable tenacity overcoming stone obstacles, crushing rapids, and dizzying waterfalls along the way. He was excited by the spirit of novelty and the desire to achieve his cherished goal.

And then in one wonderful moment it happened. Its waters rushed into the valley in a powerful stream. How beautiful were its banks, buried in bright greenery! How amazingly the glare of the sun shimmered on the surface of the water! How everyone around rejoiced at the life-giving coolness of the waters! The crystal felt how it saturated every plant with intoxicating moisture, how those who came to its shores quenched their thirst with pleasure. I felt the nascent life splashing in its waters, and it became the container of this life. And this was real happiness for him!

This is how his life went. During the day he quenched the thirst of all those who were suffering, and at night he looked at the reflection of the starry sky in his waters, marveling at the wonderful worlds and remembering his distant home. It seemed to him that this happiness would last forever.

But one day its waters suddenly reached the end of the valley, spilling into the lake. Life became measured and calm. Gradually, the once magnificent seething waters began to be covered with brown mud, turning into a musty swamp. Rarely did anyone now visit these shores... There was no former strength or former life in its waters. Fear and despair engulfed the former crystal. He became terribly afraid of the sun. Each time the appearance of the luminary gave birth to a terrifying picture in him, woven from its own evaporating waters - a mirage of its demise and inexorable predestination. Bubbles of doubt bubbled up one after another. He was afraid of becoming a vapor, of losing his individuality, of losing his freedom. The night became his only consolation, enveloping him in the coolness of past memories. He looked longingly at the shining stars, sighing for the inaccessible distant worlds and admiring their unchanging beauty.

And one day, at the hour of dawn, it dawned on him: he understood the essence of life, the essence of eternity, he felt his true nature, which awakened the soul in him! At that moment, a dazzling disk of the sun appeared above the horizon. “God,” came a cry from the depths of the remnants of his waters. - Simple as that!" He rushed towards the gentle rays of the mighty luminary, turning the water into steam. A gust of wind easily picked him up and carried him upward, moving him away from his usual space. He flew and experienced an amazing feeling of weightlessness and novelty. And only now he realized that this is the real, long-forgotten, intoxicating true freedom. He was filled with a feeling of all-encompassing happiness, his unique individuality and at the same time endless unity with this huge amazing universe, which, it turns out, turned out to be much wider than he had imagined. “It’s so simple,” his spirit kept repeating, enjoying the flight. “Yes, now I know my true nature,” he thought, smoothly descending onto one of the next sparkling peaks...”

A parable from the book “Birds and Stone” by Anastasia Novykh.