I'm a facilitator--a metaphor for access, for hope, for possibility."
On another day a young maiden fleeing evil men ran across the rocks
until she reached the wall where she could go no farther. She cried
out and pounded her fists against the wall in despair until the men
caught up with her and carried her away. The bridge then said to
the wall in disgust, "You once accused me of having no discretion,
but you are worse, for you are completely heartless. You're so cold
and rigid that you cruelly prevent even the distressed and needy
from passing by. Maybe that's why walls are known everywhere as
symbols of 'No!' while we bridges are known as symbols of 'Yes!'"
"You, my loose and easy friend," said the wall, "indeed let the
distressed pass, but you also let the criminals pass. I, on the
other hand, provide the needed security to keep the land behind me
safe from harm. I am a protector, and I defend this pass and the
country well."
This dialogue continued for many years until one morning when
suddenly the earth shook with great violence. So strong was the
tremor that both the wall and the bridge were reduced to rubble at
the bottom of the chasm. Not many months later men came to repair
the damage. In the process of reconstruction, however, the stones
that were once part of the bridge were used to rebuild the wall
and the stones that were once part of the wall were used to rebuild
the bridge.
"Now I'll show you what a wall should really be like," said the new
wall. "It shouldn't be cold and rejecting to everybody." And so at
first, the new wall let many people climb up over it.
"And I'll show you what a bridge should do," said the new bridge.
"It shouldn't let just anybody across." And so at first, the new
bridge provided a difficult passage, causing many travelers to trip
on the surface and a few even to fall over the edge.
But as spring and summer, harvest and winter came and went again and
again, the rocks on the new wall grew more and more slippery and the
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