Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.......
The Reality of Life is Life itself, whose beginning is not in the womb, and whose ending is not in the grave.
For the years that pass are naught but a moment in eternal life; and the world of matter and all in it is but a dream compared to the awakening which we call the terror of Death.
The ether carries every sound of laughter, every sigh that comes from our hearts, and preserves their echo, which responds to every kiss whose source is joy.
The angels keep count of every tear shed by Sorrow; and they bring to the ears of the spirits hovering in the heavens of the Infinite each song of Joy wrought from our affections.
There, in the world to come, we shall see and feel all the vibrations of our feelings and the motions of our hearts. We shall understand the meaning of the divinity within us, whom we contemn because we are prompted by Despair.
That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.
The cruel tasks for which we received no reward will live with us, and show forth in splendour, and declare our glory; and the hardships we have sustained shall be as a wreath of laurel on our honoured heads.
Extract from 'The Voice of the Master' by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
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