The Weight of Nothing
"Tell me the weight
of a snowflake," a coal-mouse asked a wild dove.
"Nothing more than
nothing," was the answer.
"In that case I must
tell you a marvelous story," the coal-mouse said. "I sat on a
branch of a fir, close to its trunk when it began to snow, not
heavily, not in a raging blizzard, no, just like in a dream, without
any violence. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I
counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch.
Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the next snowflake
dropped onto the branch--nothing more than nothing, as you say--the
branch broke off."
Having said that,
the coal-mouse flew away. The dove, since Noah's time an
authority on the matter thought about the story for awhile and finally
said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for
peace to come about in the world."