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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--a<br>care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee<br>from my negligence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The 'I' in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and<br>therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I<br>do--for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my<br>deeds thy own hopes in action.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou sayest, 'The wind bloweth eastward,' I say, 'Aye it doth<br>blow eastward'; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth<br>not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have<br>thee understand. I would be at sea alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even<br>then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of<br>the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou<br>canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating<br>against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I<br>would be with night alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then<br>thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, 'My companion, my<br>comrade,' and I call back to thee, 'My comrade, my companion'--for<br>I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight<br>and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too<br>well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake<br>say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart<br>I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter.<br>I would laugh alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art<br>perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And<br>yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee<br>understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand<br>in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
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