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A lovely young woman stepped forward.
What of Beauty, Master?

He smiled quietly and said:
Can man’s eyes ever remember a sunset as brilliant as tomorrow’s?
As life’s tired evening gently descends upon Everyman’s brow, will water ever taste as sweet as yesterday’s?
You see, every second that ticks by is like the fragrant blossoms of the field,
whose precious offerings are open for all if only they would
stoop to avail themselves of the treasure.
Beauty is for the few who seek it out.
Are you such a person?
Have you eyes for line and form?
Ears for delicate chords?
A touch for sensitive textures, and a taste for sweet candies?
Do the poets write for your favor, and artists labour for your judgment?
Do you collect beautiful objects and wear fragrant perfumes?
Do you spend your evenings in idyllic peace and harmony?

Do you enjoy reading beautiful crap like this?

You ask of emotional flowers, lonely corn, and orphaned flies.
You have spent your life’s hours in endless pursuit of these enigmas.
Yet, I will have the answer in a moment of raindrops, a flicker of shadows, or an Angel’s footstep.
If not then, surely by Wednesday.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

Spiders are relatively high in protein, but they tickle.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

THE River of Ignorance covers most of my regrets.
Thus toad blossoms in glory, fiery purple figs, refracting the Earth’s light into a brilliant dawn move me not.
Except sometimes the figs.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

A little boy asked me a very perceptive question. I answered him forthwith. Many years later I met him again. He was now a man. He wanted to know the question he had asked so long ago. I told him I had forgotten the question but remembered the answer. To which he said,
“Never mind.”

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

A youth asked,
What of Night and Day?

He then said:
The darkness of Night is less in the sky than in the mind. For which of us cannot create the illusion of Night by holding a large hollow gourd over his head?
Far different the Day, the Master continued.
It is beyond man’s capacity, even for an instant, to create the appearance of Day.

But the petulant youth persisted:
What if one were to gather a thousand candles in a single room?

The Master responded:
A thousand candles do not equal a Day, even in a small room — say, nine and a half by eleven.
It’s different — take my word for it.
Ten thousand candles, Master?
No.
Twenty thousand candles, Master?
No.
Sixty thousand candles, Master?
No.
One hundred thousand candles, Master?
No.
I give up, the youth exclaimed.
Too bad, the Master shouted, you only missed by six.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

Stealing a Rhinoceros should not be attempted lightly.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

A sparrow could fly to the moon if it but desired to.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

A nobleman said,
Speak to us of Fortune.
And he replied:
To those who seek great Fortune, I caution thus:
Imagine a land upon which grow copious stalks of gold, full vineyards of emeralds, munificent orchards of onyx, and but one small patch of early June peas.

In such a land, would not a pauper wear diamonds and a monarch peas?
Would not a princess excuse herself to take a gold?

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

A priest asked,
What is Fate, Master?

And he answered:
It is that which gives a beast of burden its reason for existence.
It is that which men in former times had to bear upon their backs.
It is that which has caused nations to build by-ways from City to City upon which carts and coaches pass, and alongside which inns have come to be built to stave off Hunger, Thirst and Weariness.
It is that which has caused great fleets of ships to ply the Seven Seas wherever the wind blows.

And that is Fate? said the priest.

Fate… I thought you said Freight, responded the Master.

That’s all right, said the priest. I wanted to know what Freight was too.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit

Anyone can amass a fortune if he struggles for only that. It is he who struggles to be poor and ends up wealthy with whom we should be annoyed.

Kehlog Albran – The Profit