Upon a day in May, Joy and Sorrow met beside a lake. They greeted one another, and they sat down near the quiet waters and conversed.
Joy spoke of the beauty which is upon the earth, and the daily wonder of life in the forest and among the hills, and of the songs heard at dawn and eventide.
And sorrow spoke, and agreed with all that Joy had said; for Sorrow knew the magic of the hour and the beauty thereof. And Sorrow was eloquent when he spoke of may in the fields and among the hills.
And Joy and Sorrow talked long together, and they agreed upon all things of which they knew.
Now there passed by on the other side of the lake two hunters. And as they looked across the water one of them said, "I wonder who are those two persons?" And the other said, "Did you say two? I see only one."
The first hunter said, "But there are two." And the second said, "There is only one that I can see, and the reflection in the lake is only one."
"Nay, there are two," said the first hunter, "and the reflection in the still water is of two persons."
But the second man said again, "Only one do I see." And again the other said, "But I see two so plainly."
And even unto this day one hunter says that the other sees double; while the other says, "My friend is somewhat blind."