Khalil Gibran and I
When I was nine or ten years old, as I swept the living room in our shot-gun house in Panama City, Florida, I suddenly thought, I always was and always will be. I wrote the thought in my diary but didn’t share it because, at that time, I was a devout Catholic and we were taught that God was the only eternal being.
Just a few days ago I came across the poem, The Hymn of Man, by Khalil Gibran. It was the first time I ever read that particular poem of his. The poem opens and ends with the verse quoted below. Khalil Gibran and I also share the same birthday, January 6.