Monday, May 22, 2006

Life

Life is like an island lost in the ocean of solitude, an island
where the rocks are our hopes and the trees our dreams,
where flowers are our solitude and the streams our aspirations.

Your life is an island separate from all the other islands
and regions. However many vessels leave your shore for
other countries, however many fleets sail to your ports,
you will always be a separate island, suffering pangs of
solitude and aspiring to happiness. Other men do not know
you at all and they are far from pitying your solitude or
understanding you.
If it were deprived of light your neighbors lamp could not illuminate it.
If the house stood in the desert you could not transport it into the
garden of other men, ploughed
and cultivated by other hands.
My brother, the life of the spirit goes by in solitude,
and without this solitude and this isolation you would be
in no way what you are, neither would I be what I am.
Without this solitude and this isolation I should come to
believe on hearing your voice that it is my voice which is
speaking, or on seeing your face that it is the reflection of my face
in a mirror.
Life without rebellion is like the seasons without spring,
and rebellion without rights is like spring in a barren desert.
Life, rebellion, and rights are a trinity which can neither
be changed nor separated.
Life is like the charger of the night; the faster it gallops, the
sooner it will come to dawn.

~ Kahlil Gibran
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