The Human Heart

The luminous sponge of the sun

swept away all the clouds

and left the sky of Attica unblemished.

It also descended to earth

and melted all ice from the human heart

and left it spotless.

The sky, when it saw this, became upset.

- Who, down there in the mud, wants to compete with me

                                                                                in brightness?

In the night, when the sun was gone,

the sky gathered all the clouds and snow he could,

and piled them on man's heart.

But the heart of man

had succeeded in keeping

in a secret crypt

one of the rays of the sun, while it was there.

And it waits for the time

when it will be buried in the earth,

away from the eyes of heaven,

to set it free, then,

and present the heart again

in its original brightness.

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The Vision

A vision caught your eyes high to the top. It gave wings to your mind, it enchanted your heart, it super strengthened your soul, it expanded your body, and you said:  This is where I want to arrive.

It was something like a Parthenon in beauty, moderation and endurance and origin.

You started from very far. And you always speak about the vision. You enchant the multitudes around you and you advance, all together, on a long, steep, rocky, difficult way.

But suddenly a thought stops you.

-  The distance is great and human life is short. Will I reach the goal?

You speed up your pace, move away from the multitudes.

Now you speak alone.

But, no.

You are not alone.

The future generations from up high beckon to you. You hear a heavenly voice, like an echo, and you feel an invincible power arising from inside of you, when the voice says to you:

- I am with you. Go on. You will arrive.  

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A Bug

You said to me: "Do not oppose evil".

And I did so.

- What did you think evil is?

- Anything that does not match my tastes.

This tribulation lasted for long.

And, today, a bug came to walk on me and make me its foot rest, but I was not able to allow it. I blew on it and it went away.

And I crumbled and lost everything I had done up to now.

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Philosophy

Philosophy is the conscious experience of truth.

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The Crown

And the blue fairy passed by, with the precious crown in her hands.

     You saw it and wondered:

     - Nobody on earth has seen anyone else holding such a great beauty in the hands.

     And the fairy came near you. And, without you asking for it, "Take it", she says, "to wear it on the head as a crown. You are worthy of it".

     And you run, you grasp it from her hands with a high momentum, and you feel a great unspeakable joy. You put it on and, as you walk, you spread an overflowing beauty, light and glow.

     The crown is heavy, very heavy. Made of abundant gold and decorations. But you do not feel the weight. As you wear it, you feel it like a feather and your joy is so great!

     You had not seen two invisible and strong hands that were holding it. The fairy had become an ethereal pixie behind you, following you and helping you.

     For a moment she took her original form and you felt her presence, and you wondered:

     - You, holding my crown?  Why? I have so many servants.

     And the noble youth calls his slaves to help him carry the crown.

     But as soon as the first of them touched the crown on its edge, it suddenly disappeared.

     The well-traveled and well-educated child did not know that no man could touch the precious heavy crown, other than the one, whom the fairy had chosen.

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