Everything we live,
everything we are
is created by our thinking.

In the Communication of the Absolute
(or Communication of Evidence)
it is the dog that speaks to us of the thought
that accompanies our Path.

As soon as he was created, the Dog licked God’s hand, and God stroked his head.
« What do you want, Dog? »
« My God, I would like to stay with you, in heaven, on the mat in front of the door ».
«We’d better not!» said God. « I don’t need a dog, as I have not yet created thieves ».
« When will you create them, Lord? »
« Never. I’m tired. I’ve been working for five days, it’s time for me to rest. There you are, you, Dog, my finest creature, my masterpiece. I’d better stop here. It’s not good for an artist to overdo his inspiration, If I continued to create, I’d be a failure. Go, Dog! Go at once and populate the earth. Go, and be happy ».

The Dog let out a deep sigh:
« What shall I do on earth, Lord? »
« Well, you will eat, drink, sleep, grow and multiply».
The Dog sighed more sadly still.
«What more do you need? »
«You, Lord, my Master! Couldn’t you also settle on earth? »
« No », said God, « no, Dog! I assure you, I cannot possibly settle on earth to keep you company. I have much more to do. This sky, these angels, these stars, I assure you, give me a lot of trouble. ».

The Dog lowered his head and made to leave, but then turned back: « If only, my God, there was some kind of master of your kind down there…. »
« No », said God, « there is none »..
The Dog made himself small, low, and begged even closer: « If you would, dear Lord… You could always try…»
« Impossible», replied God. « I have done what he did. My work is done. Never shall I create a better being than you. If I were to create another today, I feel it in my right hand, that one would fail me…. »
« O Lord Good God », pleaded the Dog, « it doesn’t matter that it is badly done, as long as I can follow him wherever he goes, and lie down at his feet when he stops».

Then God was filled with wonder at having created such a good creature, and said to the Dog:
« Go’! and let it be done according to your heart ».
And, returning to his laboratory, he created Man.
But Man, this he does not know.

Marue Noel
Taken from the book The Moral of the Fable
Curated by Laura Vagliasindi