“A man stumbles through the depths of a jungle. As he tries to find his way through the sea of shrubbery, he awakens a lion which lay nearby. As the lion awakens in a sleepy rage, he sets upon the man without delay.  The man, fearing for his life, runs as fast as his legs can carry him, hurdling the tree trunks and leaves that lay ahead. As the man cuts through the jungle at blistering speed, he notices a well in front of him and jumps inside, hoping to escape the lion.

As he falls through the darkness of the well, he grabs onto a loose rope which nearly evades him.  The rope provides him with a moment of relief, as he wipes the sweat from his brow. Although, to the man’s horror, there slithered a venomous snake at the foot of the well, waiting patiently for him to fall.  With every hiss of the serpent’s tongue, the man tightens his clutch around the rope.

The man then looks up and suddenly sees two mice, both gnawing away at the rope. One of the mice is black, the other white, both slowly chewing away the barren threads. As the man’s heart pounds faster and faster, he is reminded of the lion above, who lets out an impatient growl.

The man’s muscles tighten, his head feels heavy, while his sweat turns cold in angst, as the snake’s hissing and the lion’s grumbling, drown out his thoughts. Suddenly, the man notices a honeycomb in front him. The honeycomb, in arms reach, was dripping in delicious, golden honey. He slowly raises his hand towards the honey comb, and sticks his finger into the soft surface, oozing in juice. The man then brings the finger back towards his mouth and delights in the moment, with the burst of delicious syrup in his mouth. As he savours the taste of the fresh and floral sweetness, the man, for a moment, forgets about the lion, the snake, and the two mice chewing at the rope.”

Before writing-off the above parable, and its intended wisdom, contemplate the following; imagine the lion to be death, always looming above us; think of the snake as the grave, which we all will inevitably face; consider the black and white mouse to be night and day, slowly nibbling away at our lives, in this case the rope. Day by day, the rope thins, and so does our clutch upon it, never knowing exactly when it will give way. And finally, and most importantly, try to comprehend the honey as this world, which through its momentary delight, makes us forget the reality that should indeed define us.