I'm currently reading "I am Pilgrim" by Terry Hayes and wanted to share a passage that is one of those simple yet wonderful tales with a moral idea woven into it. It goes a little something like this.
Do you know how villagers catch monkeys? They chain a ewer - a vase with a narrow neck and a bulbous bottom - to the base of a tree.
They fill the bottom with nuts and whatever else the monkey likes to eat.
In the night, a monkey climbs out of the trees and slips his hand down the long neck. He grabs the sweets and his hand makes a fist.
With his fist clenched it's too big to get back up the narrow neck, and he's trapped. In the morning the villagers come round and hit him on the head.
I like the grounded theme: if you want to be free, all you have to do is let go.
For those playing at home - this photo was taken on a trip through Croatia (this is in Zagreb).
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