The other day I found myself staring at my bookshelves, figuring out which book would take its place next to my bedside, since I had just finished another book. I pulled out an old friend, one that I hadn't looked at for over twenty years, and put its on my bedtime reading pile. I had forgotten the old-fashioned poetic writing, the luscious descriptions, and the cutting distinctions in its lines, but I did find a quote I thought would be appropriate here.
From
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, 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.
Isn't that beautiful?
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