A Sponge or a Net. A tale of intentions
In a kingdom, far far away, during one of the king’s banquet, a sponge and a net found themselves in a fierce rhetoric contest. Arguing on apparently different grounds but with similar weapons. Hoping to be consecrated by the king, playing an informal referee role, arbitrating on matters arising from the heated debate. Standing from his chair in an extravagant arm gesture, Sponge begins his declamation. “I am a Sponge. Here for you, to absorb all that is passing by, from water to hardened dirt, I endeavor to take it, absorb as much as possible, and keep it close. Offering a benevolent shelter to all, regardless of their nature and intentions. I will keep the good soap as carefully as the dirty water. What a friend I can be, for all that are looking for attention, care and kind arms. How useful am I when you just need something to absorb the excess, the unwanted and the unusual.” His voice lowers, the spark in his eyes seems to dim, he continues, gazing into space. “But as...