The Compass
The compass had gone crazy; it was spinning and pointing towards all directions as if it was possessed. I stood there, inconsolable, without knowing where to go. Suddenly, I was enlightened. The object I was using as an orientation device was not a compass but a top. And I was not a passer-by that had lost his way, but a child with all possible paths unraveling before him among which he can choose the desired one.