The Prophet

On one of the lesser travelled roads in Gainesville - I literally ran into my favorite bookstore of all times so far . Book Lovers Cafe .

It was my 23rd Birthday and one of my friends asked me what I wanted to do that day . I didnt have a clue . I wasnt too keen on a celebration of any kind and really didnt care about anything frilly . When the "make a wish" urge got too strong ..I said that I wanted to go to every single bookstore in Gainesville.
Foolish this might sound ..but first of all Gainesville is a very small school town ..that doesnt leave much ground to cover ..and second of all ..if you ask the most hopelessly romantic person in the world what they really want to do ..you are lucky if you dont hear the words Paris and Moon in the same sentence ...the former ..I will visit ..during Christmas someday ..the latter visits me ..:)

Books I think make the best gifts ..I think when someone gifts you a book ..they gift you a story ...and stories once told are seldom forgotten , they last forever.
So if you want to gift someone eternity - give them a book. It will last a lifetime.

So we went to Barnes and Noble ..and Borders ..and Books a Million ..and on the way home drove by a quiet street with lots of trees and saw Book Lovers Cafe .

Its on 13th Street ..just past University .Its literally like that commercial they play ..about how sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere ..but sometimes in the middle of nowhere you find yourself ..

Today - a pale moon shining over my world, I thought of that day .

I was at Borders late at night ..and I saw a copy of The Prophet ..on the sale rack for 3 dollars ...I was shocked ..This book ..is literally priceless ..Age old pearls of wisdom and heart ..on sale ..80% off ..next to a book of the best E-Diet ever and 50 best makeup tips . It was so wry and ironic . It made me feel very bitter sweet and take things into perspective .

Much of life is like that sometimes isnt it - Mind Share , thats so rare and hard to get by , on sale next to common banal everyday banter that seems so much more attractive to some . A lifetime of choosing , brings us to that one crossroad where somehow paths cross and differ because values arent set the same .

I had to buy it . Couldnt let it just sit there - like it was some mediocre price reduced item . This is my 3rd copy . The first one belongs to my Mom , the 2nd I bought at Book Lovers Cafe ..and now the third one today .

I think it was a sign . To remind me of the story that I carry in my soul and hope I can live to tell it ...and like Gibran said ..to be a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.