I was going to just ignore the yipping and yapping and return to my day, but something about this story caught my eye and raised my eybrows: I believe the metaphor may be more apt than you intended! Humans do know how to fix broken bones. That's a fact. We do it all the time. It will remain a fact whether the dog allows someone to set its broken leg and someday returns to catching frisbees and chasing cars, or lives out the rest of its days in misery and never learns of that fact. The only reason that the dog's leg never heals is that it "knows" that it can't be fixed, and snaps at anyone who tries to help. The dog's belief that the leg cannot get better is self-fulfilling. It's true only because the dog believes that it's true: his belief actively prevents the leg from being healed. Too bad. If he were human, and not a dog, perhaps someone could reason with him. But you can't reason with a dog. Why am I talking about dogs anyway? I don't really like dogs. I like kittens. I think I'll post about kittens next. Cute, cuddly, fuzzy little kittens. Yeah, that's more like it... |