Pilgrim O Peregrino

Pilgrim on this side of thunder.
Peregrino deste lado do Trovão.

In a storm or gentle breeze we are tempted to leave the question aside. We are inevitably led to embrace this side of reality that is part, not the whole. The very mistake of the philosophers was this: to think that here is a shadow and the other side is real. They made a mistake, 'coz the reality here is part of another part, on the other side. Parties that together are everything. What we see are not shadows, but echoes, remnants of a world that was, is, and is gone. What we see are glimmers of great beauty wrapped in joy and sorrow. And so, within every being that lives on this side of thunder, the longing is real. We want to breathe the air of a new home and see other hills that would conspire against what we have already seen of all known landscapes. What we see is part, it is an echo, a glimpse of the whole, because the whole, eye still has not seen, ear has not yet heard and heart has not yet felt. - Os Arrais