Dear Lillia,
A great injustice that only you little people can undo, has been recently brought to my attention. The universe is a very large place with a great many creatures of so many sizes that sometimes we fail to see each other at all. For example, the ants building a mountain outside my front door don?t know I exist yet with a single careless step I could destroy there life?s work. It is not on behalf of the ants that I write to you this morning. Not far from where I live on the Gulf of Mexico, there is a beautiful lake by the sea where a family of very small mice has been building a mountain of sand for many generations. The rare creatures, for whom I am concerned, have no idea what is about to happen to the monument they have been building to honor the beauty of the sea. Almost no one realizes that these quiet little mice have been creating dunes for as long as they have existed. Fragile and gentle, these little beings go on year after year in the face of great adversity, working on their masterpiece, and never asking anything in return. Hurricanes and tornados have not steered them from their course. Progress is about to end their journey before it is complete. Some good people long ago realized the special beauty of DeerLake, and so created a land trust to keep this work of art from being destroyed. Years have gone by with little attention given to the sculptors who work so diligently at their craft. Men with lots of money have now decided that it is no longer important to protect this sanctuary. Ahhh, but why, you ask, would they be so thoughtless? Dear Lillia, if I could answer that, I would be able to take you for a walk through a virgin forest with trees so huge and old that they could tell you stories of many lifetimes of my people. Human beings are both near and far sighted. They can see neither the very small nor the very big picture. Only the little people care anymore about our mother earth, and they have little power other that their innocence. Innocence, my dear Lillia, is a powerful weapon in the fight for justice; for only the innocent seekers of truth can see what is of lasting value. Please, my little darling, help me to help my friends?
A great injustice that only you little people can undo, has been recently brought to my attention. The universe is a very large place with a great many creatures of so many sizes that sometimes we fail to see each other at all. For example, the ants building a mountain outside my front door don?t know I exist yet with a single careless step I could destroy there life?s work. It is not on behalf of the ants that I write to you this morning. Not far from where I live on the Gulf of Mexico, there is a beautiful lake by the sea where a family of very small mice has been building a mountain of sand for many generations. The rare creatures, for whom I am concerned, have no idea what is about to happen to the monument they have been building to honor the beauty of the sea. Almost no one realizes that these quiet little mice have been creating dunes for as long as they have existed. Fragile and gentle, these little beings go on year after year in the face of great adversity, working on their masterpiece, and never asking anything in return. Hurricanes and tornados have not steered them from their course. Progress is about to end their journey before it is complete. Some good people long ago realized the special beauty of DeerLake, and so created a land trust to keep this work of art from being destroyed. Years have gone by with little attention given to the sculptors who work so diligently at their craft. Men with lots of money have now decided that it is no longer important to protect this sanctuary. Ahhh, but why, you ask, would they be so thoughtless? Dear Lillia, if I could answer that, I would be able to take you for a walk through a virgin forest with trees so huge and old that they could tell you stories of many lifetimes of my people. Human beings are both near and far sighted. They can see neither the very small nor the very big picture. Only the little people care anymore about our mother earth, and they have little power other that their innocence. Innocence, my dear Lillia, is a powerful weapon in the fight for justice; for only the innocent seekers of truth can see what is of lasting value. Please, my little darling, help me to help my friends?
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