10-05-2008, 09:54 AM
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|  The Man Who Didn't Like The Sun
hey my friend here
I read this story and its meaning touches me deeply 4 many reason
decided to share it with u
hope u like it
The man hated
the bright burning thing in
the sky. It hovered over him all day long,
no matter where he went.
He hated the Sun's harsh light, the heat it
created and the shadows it cast on the earth
around him.
He felt like the sun was stealing something
from him, separating him from things when
what he craved was unity.
"At least at night everything looks the same,"
he thought.
That's why he liked the darkness. The Sun had
become his enemy.
One day, unable to stand it any longer, he
decided to dig a hole to protect himself from
the intolerable rays of sunlight.
His skin, which had been burned a deep brown,
began to turn white again, and the shadows of day
ceased to annoy him.
But then, sitting in his hole, he realized that
the sun continued to flood his hiding place
with light from above, and that his ************************ter was
even brighter than the land outside.
He went back to work and had soon dug himself
a tunnel and a cave. And there he finally found
protection from the Sun.
He spent years in his hole, meditating in
solitude, in the coolness of the dark where the
Sun never penetrated.
Up on the surface other men grew food and warmed
themselves in the heat of the all-giving star.
They saw the Sun as a good and protecting God.
The Sun was their ally as they learned to tame
its extremes. They lived through the seasons,
one after the other.
All were thankful for the Sun's presence, all
except for the man who wanted to avoid the light
and the contrasts it created. In the end the
poor hermit perished in his cave, in darkness,
in the calmness and unity of the shadows, but
desperate and alone.
And after he died the people didn't even have
to dig a grave for him. It was already there...
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Accepting people's differences, living with others
and their strange habits and sometimes incomprehensible
behaviour, can be difficult. We are often tempted
to retreat like a hermit into the calmness of home,
into the shadows. But life is composed of diversity,
of exchange and of change.
When you cut yourself off from your friends, your
neighbours and your community, you also lose a part
of yourself
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