Standing beside a cliff, he spent hours lost in thought. He looked at the sky, then back at the ground. He saw the river flowing to the sea. He continued like this for hours on end.
While all this unfolded, a little boy beside him accompanied him. However, with each new description of the man, he only confirmed what they said about the old man:
“He’s crazy.”
“A visionary, that’s what he is.”
“I repeat: CRAZY. CRAZY.
“ “Visionary!!!”
“Crazy!!!”
But the old man continued to gaze at the vastness of the desert as if, at that very moment, a beautiful forest had sprouted. It was a scorching desert, without a living soul for thousands of kilometers around. He turned to the boy and whispered: “Do you hear the sound of the streams? Have you seen the beautiful fire-colored birds of paradise? Do you smell the wet grass? Can you imagine a more beautiful view than this, where the trees turn golden at nightfall?”
The man looked at him and sweetly replied: “Yes, I see everything.”
And he thought: “He’s not just a visionary.”