Where I live...there comes a gentle, aged man, who, regardless of the weather, strolls the same grounds each and every day. You can tell by watching him, that he is observing everything as if for the very first time. If it's raining, he carefully considers the puddle, as if saying hello, before stepping over it. If it's a sunny day, you can catch him holding his face to the sun. When winter's white is cast upon the land, with his exposed fingertip, he gently touches a hanging branch covered in snow. The autumn leaves fall around him, while he takes in cool, brisk, extended breaths of the crisp air....deeply, calmly. Yes, in this area, the weather changes. Yes, the scenery changes, and yes, his clothes also change. Yet, even though the location remains exactly the same... this particular individual, somehow manages to travel the entire world in one stroll. And he does this everyday. I'm beginning to intuit, that I am witnessing a sage...
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