We often speak of love as something measurable, where little, and too much cross and mêlent.La chime and Alchemy of love between men and women, is a perfect illustration, but what about love Parental.Le materiality of the mother -enfantest it related to the flow of hormones that circulate in the gestate or is it more transcendent? The course of my reflection stumbled upon this excerpt from the book "The Prophet" by Gibran Khalil Gibran in its path
A woman who held a babe against her bosom said, speak us children.
He said: Your children are not your children.
They are the son and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, you can not visit, not even in dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you,
For life goes not backward nor tarries with the past.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are launched.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with all his might so that the arrows may go swift and far reach.
May your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness
For even as He loves the arrow off, so He loves also the bow in its stability.
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