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There is a nice story on
awakening (or the lack of it), a story about the chicken and the
eagle, made popular by Anthony de Mello. Once upon a time, there
was an eagle’s egg that somehow got lost and got mixed up
with the eggs of a hen. The eggs hatched, and the eaglet grew
up with a brood of chicks. The eagle believed it was a chicken
(although it did look rather awkward to other chickens), and it
lived all its life doing what the other chickens did. It clucked
and cackled, and scratched the earth for insects and worms. It
could even fly up a few feet into the air, thrashing its wings
about, like the other chickens.
Many years later, on a
bright cloudless day, the eagle-chicken saw a magnificent bird
high above in the sky. With its wide wings fully spread out, the
great bird glided effortlessly and majestically. Awed by this
sight, the eagle-chicken asked “Who’s that?”
and a wise old hen replied, “That’s the eagle, the
king of the birds. The great eagles live in the sky; but we chickens
can live only on the earth”. And so, the eagle that believed
it was a chicken, lived like one and eventually died like one,
without ever realising its true identity and potential.
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