I was telling a 10 year old boy today the story of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid. He liked Romeo and Juliet better, because “it has a more tragic ending”.
We don’t know if the cowherd killed his cow for his hide just to bring his children to where the weaving maid is. The cowherd doesn’t drown when the Jade Queen transforms her hairpin into the milky way. What we do know, however, is that their love touched the sparrows who formed a bridge for the lovers to meet. And the Jade queen gives in, letting them meet once a year, on the 7th day of the 7th month.
Is being separated by death not easier than being separated by life? How many understand the realities of such a separation? Or do we lose sight of the bigger picture before we lose what’s really important?