This is another kind of love story.
You can often fall in love with a life. It always feels like being part of someone. One man once came up with the idea of returning to his native village on his horse. So he rode home.
When he arrived, the horse said to him,
'You do not need me anymore. Then I could go.'
He answered,
'No, that can not be done because we have grown together in some way.
And I can no longer explain to myself which part of me and which part concerns you. So I can not say which part I should let go of you.'
Sometimes a part of man becomes an animal, and he can no longer tell how many parts he thinks and acts - like a human being or more than one animal.
This is another kind of love story.
You can often fall in love with a life. It always feels like being part of someone. One man once came up with the idea of returning to his native village on his horse. So he rode home.
When he arrived, the horse said to him,
'You do not need me anymore. Then I could go.'
He answered,
'No, that can not be done because we have grown together in some way.
And I can no longer explain to myself which part of me and which part concerns you. So I can not say which part I should let go of you.'
Sometimes a part of man becomes an animal, and he can no longer tell how many parts he thinks and acts - like a human being or more than one animal.
