Kisah Sufi

Far away to the east, there is a man gathering stones. He bends down over the ground, and he picks up stones, one after another after another. He does this without stopping. As he gathers these stones, he weeps. As his tears fall on the ground, the tears turn into stones. There is a man who gathers stones. He bends down over the ground, and he picks up stones, one after another after another. He does this without stopping. He gathers. He weeps. Stones. There is a man who gathers stones… Seek. Keep seeking. And lose yourself in the quest.