The Forbidden Heights - Your Life is a Myth

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The Old Generation

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A rich man sat conversing with a poor man who was telling of his heritage:
My grandfather was one of the greatest poets in all the land
and I have inherited his blood and his kingdom.

The poor man replied with his head bowed in humility:
My grandfather was naught but a peasant and a farmer.

After many years, both men passed away.
The rich man was buried in a beautiful cemetery
and his tombstone was always adorned with fragrant flowers.
The poor man was laid to rest in a barren, old field.
However, the poor man was discovered as a great poet.
And his words were remembered in all the land and earned his family great wealth.

After one hundred years, a rich man and a poor man sat conversing in a barren field.
And the rich said unto the poor:
My grandfather was one of the greatest poets in all the land and…

 

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