A sheet of paper, which stood on a desk along with other sheets like him, he found himself one day, full of signs. A pen, wet jet black ink, he had drawn on him a lot of drawings and words. - Could not you spare me this humiliation? - Said the ink hit the paper. - You got me with your dirty black hell, you've ruined me forever! -
- Wait - answered the ink. - I do not have dirt, but I covered with symbols. Now you're no longer a sheet of paper, but you a message. You keep that man's thought, you have become a valuable tool. -
In fact, shortly thereafter, putting your desk, someone saw the papers and scattered them gathered to throw them into the fire. But suddenly, he found the paper "smeared" by the ink: and so he threw away the others and went back to his place one that had clearly visible, the message of intelligence. From
Fables, Fo.III. 27 r. in Leonardo da Vinci. Fables and legends , Giunti Editore-Nardini, Firenze 1979
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