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description. Now let's get to the reading. Tonight we're reading a work of philosophy that quite surprisingly has become one of the best-selling books of all time,

The Prophet by Kil Gibran, published by Alfred A Knopf, New York,

1923. Let's begin. 23.

Let's begin.

The Prophet Al Mustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his own day, had waited 12 years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the aisle of his birth.

And in the 12th year, on the seventh day of a Lule the month of reaping he climbed the hill

without the city walls and looked seaward and he beheld his ship coming with the mist. Then the gates of his heart were flung

open and his joy flew far over the sea and he closed his eyes and prayed in the

silences of his soul. But as he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought

in his heart, how shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the

spirit shall I leave this city?

Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls.

And long were the knights of a loneliness.

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