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A little idea

Once upon a time there was an idea.  When the idea was born it was very small, but it was nourished and protected and before very long it began to develop.  When the idea was big enough to think for itself, it asked the man: "What is happening to me?".  The man replied, "You are a little idea, but don't worry, I will make you grow."  And so the idea grew, and a shape emerged.  The idea looked around itself at the world.  It saw many things that were beautiful, and many things that were broken.  It saw joy as well as sadness, and pain and misunderstandings.  "What can I do about the things I see?" it wondered.  "I am just an idea."  But still the idea continued to grow.  A little while later, the idea heard the sounds of people laughing, children singing, and in the distance someone crying out for help.  "How can I answer them?" thought the idea.  "I am just an idea, I have no voice to speak with."  Yet still the idea continued to grow, until at last a day came when the man came to speak to the idea.  "Behold," he said.  "I have made you, I have formed you, you know me and I know you.  You are my creation, my own idea, nourished and fed, sheltered and grown by my own hands.  Now you are grown, you are free."  The idea thought about this for a while.  "Thankyou," it said.  "Thankyou for giving me eyes to see, ears to hear, hands, feet, a mind and a heart to love.  I think that I have an idea of my own."  The man smiled.  "I thought you might," he said.