He stopped before a small rock. He looked at the Ocean.
- "Right before your eyes there is the North
Pole", he said with some reverence in his voice, "Heracleitus'
Bear. Do you remember what he says?"
- "Dawn's and evening's limits is the bear, and
opposite the bear glorious Zeus' border", I recited
softly.
- "And of course, this isn't just an astronomical
observation", he added. "It's left upon each and everyone of us to
comprehend the Bear and the Border of the glorious God ... God has granted
to Abraham his son, and He promised him that his offspring will proliferate.
And yet here comes a voice and demands from Abraham to sacrifice the child,
that means, to cancel God's promise to Abraham. The question is: what made
Abraham believe, without even a moment's hesitation, that he listened to
God's voice and not to the voice of the devil? This is not a riddle. The
answer to this question shows the kind of the thread that holds our
existence." ...
The waters had moved back, a lot. It was like reality
had withdrawn. I was walking at the deep of the sea, watching the shells,
the small holes in the sand that surely hid some creature, the sea-weeds,
the stones, the strange forms of life stuck on them. I stood and watched
far away the Mount of St. Michael, that in this ebb was not an island any
more. ...
Suddenly, a strange voice behind my ear:
- "You are barefoot and you will catch a bad cold.
To walk on the sea you need either faith or boots".
