THE MURRE THAT LAID
THE GOLDEN EGG
When the gold rush began in San Francisco, a clever few turned their eyes to to the nearby Farallon Islands, and Poseidon watched the starving sailors and found pity in his stormy heart. So he calmed the treacherous waters and allowed the men to reach the island. There they found a common murre, and in her nest sat a perfect golden egg. They searched all the other nests, and found perfect golden eggs in each one, and crowed in delight, for the murres numbered in the millions and the eggs would make them rich. As the men left, the murre flew down and lamented to Poseidon, asking, “Sea-father, why would you allow these men to come and steal all of our children? There is not one left, and you promised to protect us.” And so when the men made to sail out again, Poseidon struck down any boats that dared approach, and the Farallones again became a sanctuary.
What excess do you have that is finite? What small thing do you have that is infinite?