Mongolian Myth

In the Mongolian creation myth, doe and wild dog come together.  Two beings with very different natures: the wild dog who was blue and gray and whose destiny was imposed on him by the heavens would, in the wild, normally kill the deer for food.  In the Mongolian myth, they both understand that they each need the qualities of the other if they are to survive in a hostile world; The wild dog with his courage and strength, the doe with her gentleness, intuition, and elegance. And that they should, therefore, join forces.

To do this, they must first learn to love.  And in order to love, they must cease to be who they are, otherwise they will never be able to live together.  Hunter and hunted meet and love each other.  According to the laws of nature, one should destroy the other, but in love there is neither good nor evil, there is neither construction nor destruction, there is merely movement.  And love changes the laws of nature.  

With the passing of time, the wild dog comes to accept that his instinct, always focused on the struggle to survive, now serves a greater purpose: finding someone with whom to rebuild the world.  The two travel along together in their symbolic worlds, two impossibilities who have found each other, and because they overcome their own natures and their barriers, they make the world possible too.  
Out of two different natures, love is born.  In contradiction, love grows in strength.  In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.
-pulled in bits and pieces from The Zahir

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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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