minerva

The legend tells him that: He descended from the sky to board the island.

It is said that he had blind eyes, leave him cruising in a state of eternal darkness, giving nothing and guiding to no place.

He also had ears with no hear, which left him in eternal stillness.

He had a nose that didn’t help him recognize any smell.

He knew no taste.

He went around every spot, searched everywhere, without knowing the truth of things around him.

He possessed all these things, but they did not work, not because they were damaged, but because the senses had dispersed from him, dispersed a long time ago, so that he did not know what they dispersed at first.

But here comes the question that entails the answer to the “key word” that can send him free.

The answer to anything small or large is found in the books, even those full of promises, but we with every page we turned we put perceptions of ourselves, and various formulas for those promises, “Perhaps” that we approach the measurement to be achieved and in that case, and little by little, and with the turn of the last page we see The promise is removed from the pages and complies with us before the book falls from our hands and issued a horrific sound on the impact of the false dream.

We remain subject to the words of the Poet where he says: The jackal is a hard to hunt --- which we success to hunted him he like wind in a cage.

Here comes the wish, “Would that the dream is true”, although the wish is deceptive and distorted formula and forget the real wish, which is more feasible to be a reality to be achieved, “Would that dream is last”

Like everything, the answer has a price, and the price is not like the price of all things, you have to travel so wide distances, so vast that it touches the maximum time only in order to know it.

What you are about to read tells the visions, dreams and promises and will take you for the maximum time back and forth.

And we return to the tale of the senses, and what made him hold despite the dispersal of his senses from him.

During what he was going through and suffering, there was something moving inside, emitting, something that wakes up, a sound like the sound of an egg cracking, and then a sound as close to that of a snake moving between a pile of dry leaves.

And then stopped and came from them hissing careful and rubbed on her tongue logic.

At that moment, what was later called the lost sense was born.

That sense did not inhabit one of his prey or penetrate and work through one of its members, although it had a guide and led.

This sense was aware of the nature of the senses, which were dispersed distinguish colors and differentiate between smells and learning the texture of things and ways to navigate the place were doing the work of all the different senses.

One day he thought of leaving in search of the rest of his senses, but he was too weak to do so.

The only remaining sense have compassion on him, and she asked to leave to search for him.

But before she left, she told him that his senses would really return, but if she left, she would never return.

she barely departed until his senses returned to him and shortly afterwards he felt that all his senses that had returned did not gave him the satisfaction.

He left in search of her, and his search was not limited to the island, and covered the whole world, but he never found it.

He did not know what it was, nor what shape was, nor how it looked, he only felt its existence and all its senses that returned did not sing anything, because they are ignorant of the truth of that sense.

Think about how she pityed him, went looking, thought how he didn’t pity her, and let her leave.

For a moment, just a moment, think if he gave up all his senses, would she ever return?

“Would that the sense is back,” or it is worthwhile to say, “Would that the sense has not left.”