It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen...

09 February 2008

Golden.


"For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?"
-Kahlil Gibran The Prophet

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I found a pocket-sized copy of the Prophet in Chicago and read it on Thursday while waiting for a new bus after our other bus skidded into a median on I-94.

-p. johnson