At first, faith
moved mountains only as a last resort, when it was absolutely necessary, and so
the landscape remained the same over the millennia. But once faith started
propagating itself among people, some found it amusing to think about moving
mountains, and soon the mountains did nothing else but change places, each time
making it a little more difficult to find one in the same place you had left it
last night; obviously this created more problems than it solved. The good
people decided then to abandon faith; so nowadays the mountains remain (by and
large) in the same spot. When the roadway falls in and drivers die in the
collapse, it means someone, far away or quite close by, felt a light glimmer of
faith.
Augusto Monterroso
1969
La oveja negra y demás fábulas/The Black
Sheep and Other Fables, translated
by Walter Bradbury
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