The weight of a snowflake

In the midst of kidnapped humanitarian workers, genocide returning to Sudan (did it ever go away? Or did we just stop paying attention?), Pakistan earthquake refugees overcome by harsh winter weather and more bad news, this story reiterates the necessity of the David vs. Goliath fight for peace in this broken world. Enjoy! Have a great weekend.

"Tell me the weight of a snowflake," a coal mouse inquired of a wild dove.

"Nothing more than nothing," the dove answered.

"In that case I must tell you a marvelous story," the coal mouse said. "I sat on a branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow, not heavily, not in a giant blizzard, no, just like in a dream, without any violence. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,741,952. When the next snowflake dropped onto the branch - nothing more than nothing, as you say - the branch broke off."

Having said that, the coal mouse flew away. The dove, since Noah's time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while and finally said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come about in the world."