Sand and butter

I only became weak in front of someone who asked me: Who are you? The voice of the life in me cannot reach the ear of the life in you, but let us speak anyway, lest we feel the loneliness of being alone. And they say in their wakefulness: You and the world in which you live are nothing but a grain of sand on an infinite shore of an infinite expanse. And in my dream I say to them: I am the endless sea, and all the worlds are nothing but grains of sand on my shore. This is how Gibran Khalil G...