to describe woman with what he himself is characterized by; and that is only because of his total ignorance of himself and of woman — that transparent vessel whose clarity he tries to muddy. But a day will come when man begins to know him-self, and then he will be able to arrive at knowledge of the truth of woman, and will read in an open book. As for how we arrive at knowledge of the real truth, it is by judging the deeds of both parties without attempting to discriminate between them. And now that the readers have witnessed with me the end of that legend which was fastened upon woman for so long a time, and have seen it resurrected anew clinging to man, I ask them to await man's escape from it when he reaches the stage of the ideal — after a long time or a short one, I do not know.
Be the Woman Who Is Not Forgotten (Tangee)
Be the Woman Who Is Not Forgotten
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A pebble said to me one day, when I trod upon it without taking any account of it:
"You there — you are treading on a neglected, unknown thing,
a thing of no value and no weight,
and you forget that it is a thing of life,
a thing that surpasses you in greatness if you contemplate it closely,
if you could only see — truly see — its greatness...
Are you not a creature that feels pain as it feels pleasure?
Pleasure lies in one pan of the scale, and in the other pan lie pain and aches!
As for me, my greatness rests upon not feeling: I pursue no pleasure, I flee no pains, and I live in this existence in a bliss that has no end and no term!
Are you not a god who is born in torment and dies in it?
Your godhead has its price, which is inevitable annihilation;
but as for me, I am neither born nor do I die.
Even if the world passed away, and all beings ceased, and existence grew dark, I should remain a pebble, unchanging, unperishing, rolling in tranquility and play, from here to there, from valley to valley.
You are a human being who rises until you butt the very stars, then sinks to the depths of hell,
so that it is as though you had neither risen nor sunk — nay, would that you had neither risen nor sunk.
You take in coin and you pay out coin, and the result is that you are eternally bankrupt, for you are never sated with paying nor sated with taking.
As for me, I am an inanimate thing with such power over you that if it strikes you on the head it kills you, if it strikes you in the eyes it blinds you, and if it strikes you in the legs it leaves you a cripple.
You believe, O man, that you are a god; and I believe that I am a god of another kind."
Thus spoke a pebble to me — and never had a pebble spoken to a man before me,
nor convinced a man before me.
So I came to believe that existence is something of me, and that I am something of existence,
and that the neglected pebble on the side of a deserted valley has a station that may equal my station and surpass it.
And so I resolved:
to respect everything as I respect myself — nay, I resolved to respect the pebble more than myself at times, for it has virtues without having vices...
So give ear, O people, to the pebble's speech whenever you tread a deserted valley...
