Chapter 12 wider ocean

Yesterday—how far away was yesterday, and how near! ——I have come to the sea with my heart, in order to wash away the dust and grime that clings to us with the sea. When we reached the coast, we began to look for a quiet place where no one could see. As we walked and watched, we suddenly found a man sitting on a gray-brown rock with a bag in his hand. He was grabbing salt from the bag and throwing it into the sea. My heart said to me, "This is a pessimist who sees only the shadows of life, and it is not fit for a pessimist to see our naked bodies. Let's get out of this place, because there is no bathing here."

We abandoned this place and continued on until we reached a small cove on the shore.We found a man standing on a white rock, holding a jeweled chest, from which he was taking some sugar cubes, and throwing them into the sea. My heart said to me, "Here is an optimist reporting good news with no good news. Be careful not to let the optimist see our naked bodies." So we went on the road again until we met a man who was standing The dead fish were picked up on the shore, and then sent back to the sea with mercy. My heart said to me, "Here is a merciful man who is trying to return life to the corpse in the tomb, let us stay away from him!"

Then, we came to another place.We see a man drawing his fantasy on the beach, the waves come and erase what he has drawn, and he continues drawing again and again! My heart said to me: "Here is the mystic who has erected in his phantasy an idol to worship. Let him do his work!" We walked and walked, and came to a quiet bay, and saw a man skim the scum and foam from the water, and put it into a maben bottle. My heart said to me, "This is an utopian who weaves clothes out of spider silk. He doesn't deserve to see our naked bodies." We went on until we heard a cry: "This is the deep sea! This is the vast expanse of the surging sea."

We followed the sound and found a man standing there with his back to the sea. He put a conch shell on his ear and listened carefully to its sound. My heart said to me: "Let's go, this is a transactionalist who turns his back on the big picture he can't grasp, and troubles himself with parts that make him totally deflected." Here we go again.Until I saw a man with his head buried in the sand on the grass and among the rocks. I said to my heart, "Heart! Let's take a bath here! Because this person can't see us." But my heart shook my head and said: "No! A thousand nos! You see this man, the worst of all! He is a man who hides the tragedy of life from his heart, and thus life from his heart." to the pure devotee to his joy."

At this time, a deep sadness appeared on the face of my heart, and she said in a voice broken by pain: "Let us leave these shores! There is no secluded place here to bathe. I would not comb my golden tresses in such a wind, nor bare my delicate breasts before the sky, nor Willing to strip naked and stand naked in the sun."_ So, I and my heart left this sea.Let's go, to find a wider ocean.