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Ética de Afrodita, Γ, Creación
"... La vida es el proceso de creación y debe ser apreciada y defendida como el elemento más sagrado del universo: la forma de la creación."​

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Daily Aesop's Fables:

Mercury and the Woodman


A Woodman was felling a tree on the bank of a river, when his axe,
glancing off the trunk, flew out of his hands and fell into the water.
As he stood by the water's edge lamenting his loss, Mercury appeared
and asked him the reason for his grief. On learning what had happened,
out of pity for his distress, Mercury dived into the river and,
bringing up a golden axe, asked him if that was the one he had lost.
The Woodman replied that it was not, and Mercury then dived a second
time, and, bringing up a silver axe, asked if that was his. "No,
that is not mine either," said the Woodman. Once more Mercury dived
into the river and brought up the missing axe. The Woodman was
overjoyed at recovering his property, and thanked his benefactor
warmly, and the latter was so pleased with his honesty that he made
him a present of the other two axes.

When the Woodman told the story
to his companions, one of these was filled with envy of his good
fortune and determined to try his luck for himself. So, he went and
began to fell a tree at the edge of the river, and presently contrived
to let his axe drop into the water.

Mercury appeared as before, and,
on learning that his axe had fallen in, he dived and brought up a
golden axe, as he had done on the previous occasion. Without waiting
to be asked whether it was his or not, the fellow cried, "That's mine,
that's mine," and stretched out his hand eagerly for the prize: but
Mercury was so disgusted at his dishonesty that he not only declined
to give him the golden axe, but also refused to recover for him the
one he had let fall into the stream.


~ "Honesty is the best policy." ~

Show me to understand, so I enable myself to truth.
So I am not in slavery and the means of its manifestations; fear, laziness, ways commanded by logics I did not choose.
I am forever grateful to You, the miracle of all.

Daily Aesop's Fables:

The Lark and Her Young Ones


A LARK had made her nest in the early spring on the young green
wheat. The brood had almost grown to their full strength and
attained the use of their wings and the full plumage of their
feathers, when the owner of the field, looking over his ripe
crop, said, "The time has come when I must ask all my neighbors
to help me with my harvest." One of the young Larks heard his
speech and related it to his mother, inquiring of her to what
place they should move for safety. "There is no occasion to move
yet, my son," she replied, "the man who only sends to his friends
to help him with his harvest is not really in earnest."

The owner of the field came again a few days later and saw the wheat
shedding the grain from excess of ripeness. He said, "I will
come myself tomorrow with my laborers, and with as many reapers
as I can hire and will get in the harvest." The Lark on hearing
these words said to her brood, "It is time now to be off, my
little ones, for the man is in earnest this time; he no longer
trusts his friends but will reap the field himself."


~ Self-help is the best help. ~