The Prophet

The Prophet

Kahlil Gibran

Marriage

You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Children

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you.

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Giving

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give…

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;…

You often say, “ I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream…

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life—while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

Work with Love

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “ He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil. “ And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”

But I say, not in sleep, but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving…

The Prophet

Illusions

Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

Richard Bach

Movies and Life

“That was a good movie,” he said, “but the world’s best movie is still an illusion, is it not? The pictures aren’t even moving ; they only appear to move. Changing light that seems to move across a flat screen set up in the dark?”

“Well, yes.” I was beginning to understand.

“The other people, any people anywhere who go to any movie show, why are they there, when it is only illusions?”

“Well, it’s entertainment,” I said.

“Fun. that’s right. One.”

“Could be educational.”

“Good. It is always that. Learning. Two.”

“Fantasy, escape.”

“That’s fun, too. One.”

“Technical reasons. To see how a film is made.”

“Learning. Two.”

“Escape from boredom …”

“Escape. You said that.” 

“Social. To be with friends,” I said.

“Reason for going, but not for seeing the film. That’s fun, anyway. One.”

Whatever I came up with fit his two fingers; people see films for fun or for  learning or for both together.

“And a movie is like a lifetime, Don, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then why would anybody choose a bad lifetime, a horror movie?”

“They not only come to the horror movie for fun, they know it is going to be a horror movie when they walk in,” he said.

“But why?…”

“Do you like horror films?”

“No.”

“Do you ever see them?”

“No.”

“But some people spend a lot of money and time to see horror, or soap-opera problems that to other people are dull and boring?…” He left the question for me to answer.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to see their films and they don’t have to see yours. That is called ‘freedom.’”

“But why would anybody want to be horrified? Or bored?”

“Because they think they deserve it for horrifying somebody else, or they like the excitement of horrification, or that boring is the way they think films have to be. Can you believe that lots of people for reasons that are very sound to them enjoy believing that they are helpless in their own films? No, you can’t.”

“No, I can’t,” I said. “Until you understand that, you will wonder why some people are unhappy . They are unhappy because they have chosen to be unhappy, and, Richard, that is all right!”

“Hm.”

“We are game-playing, fun-having creatures, we are the otters of the universe. We cannot die, we cannot hurt ourselves any more than illusions on the screen can be hurt. But we can believe we’re hurt, in whatever agonizing detail we want. We can believe we’re victims, killed and killing, shuddered around by good luck and bad luck.”

“Many lifetimes?” I asked.

“How many movies have you seen?”

“Oh.”

“Films about living on this planet , about living on other planets; anything that’s got space and time is all movie and all illusion,” he said. “But for a while we can learn a huge amount and have a lot of fun with our illusions, can we not?”

“How far do you take this movie thing, Don?”

“How far do you want? You saw the film tonight partly because I wanted to see it. Lots of people choose lifetimes because they enjoy doing things together. The actors in the film tonight have played together in other films – before or after depends on which film you’ve seen first, or you can see them at the same time on different screens. We buy tickets to these films, paying admission by agreeing to believe in the reality of space and the reality of time … Neither one is true, but anyone who doesn’t want to pay that price cannot appear on this planet, or in any space-time system at all.”

“Are there some people who don’t have any lifetimes at all in space-time?”

“Are there some people who never go to movies?”

“I see. They get their learning in different ways?”

“Right you are,” he said, pleased with me.

“Space -time is a fairly primitive school. But a lot of people stay with the illusion even if it is boring, and they don’t want the lights turned on early.”

“Who writes these movies, Don?”

“Isn’t it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else? Who writes these movies, Richard?”

“We do,” I said.

“Who acts?”

“Us.”

“Who’s the cameraman, the projectionist, the theater manager, the ticket-taker, the distributor, and who watches them all happen? Who is free to walk out in the middle, any time, change the plot whenever, who is free to see the same film over and over again?”

“Let me guess,” I said.

“Anybody who wants to?”

“Is that enough freedom for you?” he said.

“And is that why movies are so popular? That we instinctively know they are a parallel of our own lifetimes?”

“Maybe so … maybe not. Doesn’t matter much, does it? What’s the projector?”

“Mind,” I said.

“No. Imagination. It’s our imagination, no matter what you say.”

“What’s the film?” he asked.

"Got me.”

“Whatever we give our consent to put into our imagination?”

“Maybe so, Don.”

“You can hold a reel of film in your hands,” he said, “and it’s all finished and complete – beginning, middle, end are all there that same second, the same millionths of a second. The film exists beyond the time that it records, and if you know what the movie is , you know generally what’s going to happen before you walk into the theater: there’s going to be battles and excitement, winners and losers, romance, disaster; you know that’s all going to be there. But in order to get caught up and swept away in it, in order to enjoy it to its most, you have to put it in a projector and let it go through the lens minute by minute … any illusion requires space and time to be experienced. So you pay your nickel and you get your ticket and you settle down and forget what’s going on outside the theater and the movie begins for you.”

“And nobody’s really hurt? That’s just tomato-sauce blood?”

“No, it’s blood all right,” he said. “But it might as well be tomato sauce for the effect it has on our real life …”

“And reality?”

“Reality is divinely indifferent, Richard. A mother doesn’t care what part her child plays in his games; one day bad-guy, next day good-guy. The Is doesn’t even know about our illusions and games. It only knows Itself, and us in its likeness, perfect and finished.”

Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah