by Ema Alves
Humanity would have the possibility of writing its own history. With the errors, men would learn, after all, how could they savor the sap of good if they never tasted the harsh disgust of evil? Even without the help of the “Wizards”, humanity would eventually evolve, attaining the balance provided by the perpetual clash of the opposites. For there are only two types of men. Those who are wizards and those who think they are not.
He gratefully allowed himself to grow old in the ancient Sybil forest, one that he had always worshiped. He often laid down on the green patch by the river and remembered Offerus’ words that illuminated him:
“The true sage does not intend to reach fame. The true sage does not boast the fact that he is one. The true sage lives in obscurity. He lives for himself, he hides. He acquires wisdom because that’s his nature, not a quest with the intent to influence masses, or to show his superiority by enveloping people in his mighty aura. Therefore, be humble and hide your wisdom so that you do not put people to sleep with your altruistic ramblings that no one understands.”
Therefore, he would never lose time again, trying to understand the mysteries of life. He just wanted to live it. That was the supreme form of wisdom and he had reached it.
THE END
1.ST English Edition, February 2019
