Every point of view is valid when every veiwing point is recognised

There were once two boys who lived at the bottom of a mountain set in the middle of a great plain. One (Trevor) lived on the east side of the mountain and the other (Clive) lived on the west.

Both the boys went to the same school which was an equal distance between their homes.

Every morning Trevor would get up at dawn, milk the cows as the sun rose and then set off for scholl. every evening he would come home and watch the sun set behind the mountain and then go to bed.

Every morning Clive would wake up and go and collect the eggs from the chickens. He would watch the sun rise from behind the mountain and then he would set off for school.

One day in school the teacher asked the class to write a poem about the sunrise. Each of the boys wrote their poem and then the teacher asked them to read them out to the class.

Clive read his first:

Every morning from behind the mountain you rise,
bringing with you warmth and light,
you travel all day over the mountain,
And when you go you leave us night.

Trevor laughed - everyone knows that the sun sets behind the mountain, you are stupid Clive. Clive retaliated, you are the stupid one, i watch the sun rise every morning and it always rises from behind the mountain, it sets over the horizon. There was a big fight and the boys both thought the other to be stupid.

Who was wrong? Neither and both? How strange but obvious and simple - when you see the whole picture, every point of view is valid because every veiwing point is recognised.

An insightful story dreamer!

K.

Dr. Suess wrote a similar story about what side of the bread to butter. anyone remember this story?? (he never finished it...passed on)

[Mother Goose]

excellent, dreamer!

Blair...no I don't remember it...where did you see it?

i read it in special studies-type class in elementry school. for this particular study we were finding the meanings in doc s's stories. anyhoo there were two "nations" seperated by a wall. on one side everyone butter their bread on the top; on the other side everyone buttered there bread on the bottom. the two "nations" went to war over this; continuously "one uping" one another with bigger and bigger weapons. finally at the end, a representative of each "nation" stood on the wall with the ultimate weapon, a red ball about the size of a marble that promised massive destruction. each was poised to drop their "marbles" on the opposite sides of the wall. sadly, this is where the book ends.

Hey al check it out, its the same story ha,ha,ha.