Two men, a philosopher and an artist, were headed for their homeland on a train.
And both sat facing one another, oftentimes gazing at the passing fields outside.
The philosopher, looking out from his window, thought to himself:
Could I but create a magical thought and be a child again,
always in wonder and involvement in life.
For I am always seated on the throne of my mind, observing, pondering,
weighing all things and submitting them to my judgment and robbing them of their wonder.
I am free of all worldly anxieties but how is it that Life does not dance upon my path?
The artist who was looking upon the philosopher's sullen face, thought to himself:
How wonderful is this man's expression, for it is filled with the struggle of Life!
And behold, the artist went home and created his most beautiful painting
which was of the philosopher's face.
And the painting was displayed in the greatest of museums
and was visited by a mass of people, all wishing to lay eyes upon this painting entitled:
Deeper Partaking of Life.
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