Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ily.HedidfullytrustthesenseofsightcreatedforhimbyhistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivity,sohetappedhiswaycarefullyalongwithhiswhiteeunawarethattherewasawhitecloudhanginglowintheskyfollowingwhereverhewent.Hefoundthatthepeoplewalkingpasthimallseemedtobeihurry,andthecarsontheroadflewbyinarush.Whataretheyseargforinsuchhaste?Inthisbusyworldofours,whataretheirgoalsinlife?Whydon’ttheygototheirchurches,temples,mosquesorsynagoguestoworshiptheirgodandwashawaythesinsintheirsouls?Inthisworldofoursthereisnothingthattakethepceion.Notliterature,philosophy,artormodernsce.Ourjourneyohislikefloatingonasmallboatinthergeo.Sometimesitiscalmandpeaceful,butatothertimesitmaybetumultuousandstormy.Whenstrongwindsandhuge