The Desert Is An Ocean In Which

The Desert Is An Ocean In Which No Oar Is Dipped.

Some Of The Evil Of My Tale May Have Been Inherent In Our Circumstances. For Years We Lived Anyhow With One Another In The Naked Desert, Under The Indifferent Heaven.

All Men Dream, But Not Equally. Those Who Dream By Night In The Dusty Recesses Of Their Minds, Wake In The Day To Find That It Was Vanity: But The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous Men, For They May Act On Their Dreams With Open Eyes, To Make Them Possible.

The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous... For They May Act Their Dream With Open Eyes, To Make It Possible.

The Beduin Of The Desert, Born And Grown Up In It, Had Embraced With All His Sour This Nakedness Too Harsh For Volunteers, For The Reason, Felt But Inarticulate, That There He Found Himself Indubitably Free.