Chapter 6 Goose and Goose

The wild goose who stayed on the ground wanted to teach the goose how to fly, but in the end he lost the ability to fly. The philosopher Kierkegaard once said such a fable: The wild geese flying in the sky and the tame goose running on the ground, although very different, have a certain mutual understanding.When the cry of wild geese comes from the air, the tame goose walking on the ground can feel it immediately.In a way, the geese seemed to understand what that meant, for they too ran along the ground, flapping their wings and clucking.But after running for a distance in this way, they gave up.

Once upon a time there was such a wild goose, when the day of autumn migration was approaching, it wanted to fly south, but looking at those tame geese wagging its hips and tails on the ground, it felt love for them and felt that it was as if it was far away from them. And to go, to fly high alone, would be a sin.So it wants to win them over, hoping that when the wind blows, they can also fly high together to see the world with vast sea and sky. For this purpose, the wild geese try their best to get close to the tame geese, trying to teach them to fly higher and higher.He had hope in his heart, that they could fly with the wild geese to the blue sky, escape from the poor ordinary life, and no longer have to wag their hips and tails on the ground.

At first, the geese tamers thought it was very interesting. They liked the wild goose, its hospitality, and its enthusiasm.They wanted to fly too, but they couldn't, and after a while they got bored and began to taunt him with sharp words, mocking him as a cranky fool who thought he was neither experienced nor wise, but thought he was them tutor.Alas!This wild goose devoted himself to taming geese so selflessly, and did not take their taunts and indifference as disobedience, but their strength overwhelmed it. Finally, the wild goose, which had been on the ground for a long time, forgot the skill of flying , I also became a part of taming the goose, wagging my hips and tail on the ground.

Year after year, when the wild goose that has become a tame goose hears the call from the sky, it looks up, pats its already weak wings, and looks at the flock of geese flying farther and farther, thoughtfully If there is something missing, he walks alone in the opposite direction shaking his increasingly fat buttocks. What the wild goose has done is very fine, but it may be a mistake nonetheless.