| THE PROPHET - KHALIL GIBRAN |
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And you vast sea -
who alone are peace and freedom to the river and stream, only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
and then I shall come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering ?
And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn ?
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
The Archer (ALLAH ) seeks the mark upon the path of the infinite, and bends you with HIS might, that his arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending (parents) in the Archers’ hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so also He loves the bow that is stable.
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
And there are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism
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And there are those who give and know not the pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give mind fullness of virtue;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breaths its fragrance into space.
Through the hands of such as these ALLAH speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.
It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding.
And is there aught you would withold ?
All you have shall some day be given,
Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.
And let your best be for your friend
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
We know that the brain contains at least 100 billion nerve cells, known as ‘neurons’ each one linked to thousands of
other ‘neurons’ by microscopic gaps called ‘synapses’.
We know that the neurons when stimulated, fire electrochemical impulses across these gaps at the rate of a thousand
per second.
This is what thinking is : the rapid firing of electrochemical transmitters across infinitesimal gaps inside the skull.
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