Chapter 52 another homeless

Once, I met another wanderer.He was also a little crazy, and he said to me: "I am a nomad. I often feel that I am walking among the world. Because my head is farther from the ground than their heads are from the ground." , and a hundred feet higher, so my mind creates higher and freer thoughts. "But, truth be told, I did not walk among them, but over them, and all they could see were the footprints of my feet in their open fields. "I have often heard them discussing my footprints, and arguing about their shape and size. For some say: Those are the footprints of old mammoths who roamed the earth. And others say: No, those are the remains of meteorites that have fallen to the earth from a distant planet." But you, my friend, fully understand that they are but the footprints of a wanderer. "

The Other Wanderer Once on a time I met another man of the roads. He too was a little mad, and thus spoke to me: "I am a wanderer. Often times it seems that I walk the earth among pygmies. And because my head is seventy cubits farther from the earth than theirs, it creates higher and freer thoughts. "But in truth I walk not among men but above them, and all they can see of me is my footprints in their open fields. "And often have I heard them discuss and disagree over the shape and size of my footprints. For there are some who say, These are the tracks of a mammoth that roamed the earth in the far past. And others say, Nay, these are places where meteors have fallen from the distant stars.

"But you, my friend, you know full well that they are naught save the footprints of a wanderer."