Chapter 32 a philosopher

When he is with us, he looks at us and our world with magical eyes, because his eyes are not covered by the veil of years, and he sees everything clearly with the light of his youth. Though he knows the depths of beauty, he is always amazed at its peace and majesty.He stood before the earth as the first father of mankind stood before the first day of the beginning. Our senses have been blunted.We stare in broad daylight, but see nothing; we listen, but hear nothing; we open our hands, but we cannot touch; even though all the spices of Arabia are burning, we go our own way, and cannot Smell its aroma.

We do not see the farmer returning from the field at dusk, nor hear the flute played by the shepherd as he drives his flock back to the fold; we do not open our arms to touch the setting sun, nor do our noses long for the fragrance of jalen roses. well!We only honor kings who have kingdoms; we shall not hear the harp until our fingers are on the strings; All words come from the lips of flesh, otherwise we would all regard each other as deaf and dumb. In fact, we see without seeing, hear without hearing, eat and drink without tasting.This is what separates Jesus of Nazareth from us. His senses are constantly being renewed, and this world is always a new world to him.

To him, the babble of a baby is no less than the cry of all mankind; but to us it is nothing more than a baby babble. To him, a buttercup root is a thought for God; to us it is but a root.