“Once upon a time, there was a bird. She was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers.
One day, a man saw this bird and fell in love with her.
He invited the bird to fly with him, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. He admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then he thought: She might want to visit far-off mountains!
And he was afraid, afraid that he would never feel the same way about any other bird.
And he thought: “I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, she will never leave again.”
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
He looked at the bird every day. There she was, the object of his passion, and he showed her to his friends, who said: “Now you have everything you could possibly want.”
However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that he had the bird and no longer needed to woo her, he began to lose interest.
The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of her life, began to waste away and her feathers to lose their gloss; she grew ugly; and the man no longer paid her any attention, except by feeding her and cleaning out her cage.
One day, the bird died. The man felt terribly sad and spent all his time thinking about her. But he did not remember the cage, he thought only of the day when he had seen her for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If he had looked more deeply into himself, he would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was her freedom, the energy of her wings in motion, not her physical body.
Without the bird, his life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at his door.
“Why have you come?” He asked Death.
“So that you can fly once more with her across the sky,” Death replied.
“If you had allowed her to come and go, you would have loved and admired her ever more; alas, you now need me in order to find her again.”