As I stood in the mud, rain beating down, I contemplated my existence. I had been hacking away for two long days. My arms ached. At times, it seemed as though I had made no progress whatsoever. Why is it that I was ordered to do this task? How could it ever be accomplished? I did not yet understand.
In despair, my head dropped forward gently striking the trunk of this, the largest tree in the forest. By now, I could not tell the difference between the sweat on my brow and the drops of rain. My face was streaming with droplets. I looked down to my hands and began to wonder how a herring could cut down this tree. How could this fish do such a thing as cut down the mightiest tree in the forest?
It was then that I realized, that it was not for me to understand. I stood and with renewed determination, I raised my fish for another strike.