To find oneself, there must be one to seek. Nasrudin gallops through the darkened streets Upon his steed; when questioned why, he bleats "I'm looking for my donkey!" When we speak
Of soul, we mean a thousand different things. Some say we are our memories, some our will, And some say void; and yet I wonder still What joy, what truth, this spartan credo brings.
Whenever, in the span of human days, We have declared that "this is all there be," We have been wrong. Some few have dared to see Horizons new beyond our trodden ways.
This has been so throughout the world; and thus I dare to think it might be true of us.
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Date: 2011-03-19 02:18 pm (UTC)Nasrudin gallops through the darkened streets
Upon his steed; when questioned why, he bleats
"I'm looking for my donkey!" When we speak
Of soul, we mean a thousand different things.
Some say we are our memories, some our will,
And some say void; and yet I wonder still
What joy, what truth, this spartan credo brings.
Whenever, in the span of human days,
We have declared that "this is all there be,"
We have been wrong. Some few have dared to see
Horizons new beyond our trodden ways.
This has been so throughout the world; and thus
I dare to think it might be true of us.