Some Hindus have an elephant to show. No one here has ever seen an elephant. They bring it at night to a dark room. One by one, we go in the dark and come out saying how we experience the animal. One of us happens to touch the trunk. A water-pipe kind of creature. Another, the ear. A strong, always movingback and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg. I find it still, like a column on a temple. Another touches the curve back. A leathery throne. Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain. He is proud of his description. Each of us touches one placeand understands the whole in that way. The palm and the fingers feeling in the darkare how the senses explore the reality of the elephant. If each of us held a candle there, and if we went in together, we could see it.
Rumi
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Profession:
Poet
Born:
September 30, 1207
Died:
December 17, 1273