The parable of the star and the cymbal.

The star lived high in the night sky shining down on the world below. Everyone looked up to the star. Some looked up at the star and wished. Others looked up at the star to find their way. Many looked up at the star just because it was pretty and shone brightly in the night sky. Although the star was bright it was not as bright as the moon. From time to time the star wished to be as bright as the moon, only because he wanted to have an impact, not that he really wanted to be the moon.

The cymbal had spent her life moving from one place to another. She lived in a soft velvet bag that was nice but dark inside. Since most music is written for the big, important instruments, the cymbal didn’t get to come out of her bag very often. She was carried along almost as an afterthought because even if she was not played the show would go on. Time passed and although she was played often, no one had been able to get that special music that the cymbal could play to come forth. Some tried, but lacking the patience to play the cymbal, they put her back in the soft velvet bag and left her alone.

The star continued to shine brightly down from above on his domain below and the cymbal continued to disappoint.