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there, thrice upon a time lived a peasant. and a philosopher and a street weeper.

the philosopher to the street sweeper thus said:

`i pity you, for yours a hard and unsanitary task is`


and the street weeper thuss spoke:

`thank you sir. but tell me, what is it, your task?`

`i study man's mind, his deeds and his desires`

the street sweeper continued his sweep sweep and sweep with a smile:
`i also, pity you`


whilst the philosopher's wit dangled in the dusty labyrinth of reality,
the peasant, glancing back at life, spoke thus:

`he who longs the most lives the longest.
 dig anywhere in the earth and you shall find a treasure.
 only you must dig with the faith of a peasant`

sweep sweep sweep

the story, rather sleepy now, curled its tail around itself, and dreamy, whispered to the other worlds:
`there are but two elements: love and truth ... and youth`