The Madman: The Pomegranate by Kahlil Gibran
Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed
saying, "Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my
branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong
and beautiful through all the seasons."
Then another seed spoke and said, "When I was as young as you, I too
held such views; but now that I can weigh and measure things, I see
that my hopes were vain."
And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that promises so
great a future."
And a fourth said, "But what a mockery our life would be, without a
greater future!"
Said a fifth, "Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even
what we are."
But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall continue to be."
And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how everything will be,
but I cannot put it into words."
Then an eighth spoke - -and a ninth -- and a tenth -- and then many
-- until all were speaking, and I could distinguish nothing for the
many voices.
And so I moved that very day into the heart of a quince, where the
seeds are few and almost silent.
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DEFINITION of Marsha, I, me, self, myself, & etc.: Ever-changing
collection of overlapping, interrelated, inorganic, biological,
social and intellectual, static patterns of value.
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