Capitolo 58
small histories as paths that they meets back face with the distance and
never converging, him met in some place in centuries lost; they was met in forest
the adoration and they met him in of the sacrifice from the human heart.
And so he drew his/her conclusion as the lesson of the night:
"This way, Josephine, my history ends for you and for me. The Christmas Albero
it is everybody that has gone away of a memory of forest. The worshipper of forest was able
not the adoration without giving, because to adore is to give: therefore
he brought his/her gifts to the forest--his/her first altar. These gifts,
memoirs, were never, as with us, decorations. They was his
sacrifices and the abnegations. In all the religions he has had since then,
the same law alive. In his/her lower religions he has sacrificed the
better to the worse; in the tallest he has sacrificed the worse one to
the best. If the run ever had to overcome the possibilities of any system every religion it,
you/he/she should still adore what is taller than human nature and this way
adoring, you/he/she would still be dominated by the ancient law of sacrifice
becomes the law of the abnegation: still it would be necessary to offer
on what is low us to what is taller. Only a portion of humanity
you/he/she has ever believed in Jerusalem; but every religion has known its really
Calvary."
He turned away from the tree verse her and it attended him
appreciation. You is sat, while looking at him/it without a movement and without
a word. But when she finally asked him a question, she spoke as a
listener that arouses him from a long revery.
"Has you/he/she ended the history for me?" she asked.
"I have ended the history for you", he responded without betraying
disappointment to his/her frozen reception of him.
Holding his/her laying, she raised above one of his/her arm white his/her head,
turning on also his/her face until the swanlikes they bend some white throat
shown; and with trembling points of finger she touched some it sprinkles of
pendent of mistletoe from the garland on the wall: