[MD] The Greater Sea by Kahlil Gibran

[Ron Kulp]

My soul and I went down to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached
the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.

But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of
salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea.

"This is the pessimist," said my soul, "Let us leave this place. We
cannot bathe here."

We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing on a
white rock, a man holding a bejewelled box, from which he took sugar and
threw it into the sea.

"And this is the optimist," said my soul, "And he too must not see our
naked bodies."

Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish
and tenderly putting them back into the water.

"And we cannot bathe before him," said my soul. "He is the humane
philanthropist."

And we passed on.

Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand. Great
waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again and again.

"He is the mystic," said my soul, "Let us leave him."

And we walked on, till in a quiet cove we saw a man scooping up the foam
and putting it into an alabaster bowl.

"He is the idealist," said my soul, "Surely he must not see our nudity."

And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, "This is the sea. 
This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea." And when we
reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned to the sea, and at
his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur.

And my soul said, "Let us pass on. He is the realist, who turns his back
on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment."

So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his
head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, "We can bathe here, for
he cannot see us."

"Nay," said my soul, "For he is the most deadly of them all. He is the
puritan."

Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her voice.

"Let us go hence," she said, "For there is no lonely, hidden place where
we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my
white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my scared nakedness."

Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.


  


Marsha,
Very nice, although there is something to be said for just running in
and doing a cannon ball,
 an  shakin your hoo-ha like ya jus don't care.
-Ron