"We say a bedtime
prayer from the Persian poet Rumi Jalaluddin,” the old woman told him, and
recited it:
I died as mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal.
I died as animal and I was human.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die human,
To soar with angels blessed above.
And when I sacrifice my angel soul,
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
“Sleep well,” she said into his drowsing mind. “This is all our path.”
I died as mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal.
I died as animal and I was human.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die human,
To soar with angels blessed above.
And when I sacrifice my angel soul,
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
“Sleep well,” she said into his drowsing mind. “This is all our path.”
- Kim Stanley Robinson (Red Mars)
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