They say that to know yourself means to know everything human. And, of course, no one can know himself, because human nature is incomprehensible: we remain unknown even to ourselves.

We are Just at the dawn of a New Era and curious which way to take …here a short story for everyone who tries to listen to their Soul … A GREATER SEA is ahead of each of us:

My soul and I went to the great sea to bathe in it. We reached the shore and set off in search of a secluded and secluded spot. As we walked, we saw a man sitting on a gray rock - he was holding a bag of salt and throwing grips from it into the sea.

"This is the pessimist," said my soul. "Let's leave, we can't take a bath here." 

We continued and reached a strip of land jutting into the sea. There we saw a man standing on a white rock - he was holding a box strewn with precious stones, taking lumps of sugar out of it and throwing them into the sea. 

This is the optimist - said my soul. "And he shouldn't see our naked bodies."

We set off again and, on the shore, we noticed a man collecting dead fish and gently releasing them back into the water.

"And we can't take a bath in front of this one," my soul said. "This is the human benefactor." So, we passed him too. 

And we came to a place where a man was casting his shadow on the sand. High waves came, erasing the shadow constantly. But he outlined it again and again.

"This is the mystic," said my soul. "Let's run away from him."

And we continued to a quiet bay - there stood a man who was shoveling a handful of foam from the sea and piling it in an alabaster dish. "This is the idealist," said my soul. "He certainly shouldn't see our nakedness."

And we moved on. Suddenly we heard a voice shouting:

"Here is the sea!" Here is the deep sea! Here is the vast and mighty sea!

When we reached where the voice came from, we saw a man standing with his back to the sea and holding a shell to his ear to listen to his whispers.

And my soul said: 

- Let's get out of here. This is the realist - he turns his back on everything he is not able to comprehend and catches on to some detail.

We walked again. And among the rocks and weeds we saw a man burying his head in the sand. I said to my soul:

"We can take a bath here." He doesn't see us.

"No, we can't," my soul protested. "This is the deadliest of them all." This is the Puritan. Then immeasurable sorrow appeared on the face of my soul and choked her voice.

"Let's go," she said, "there's no secluded or secluded place to bathe." I will not let the wind blow my golden hair, nor the wind to reveal my white breasts, nor the light to reveal my sacred nakedness.

And we moved away from this sea and went looking for another….Greater Sea…

The Madman

Khalil Jubran Khalil

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Stob, Bulgaria