"Every person cannot be different," the Child said to The Prophet.
"Why not, Child?"
"Because what, Child? Tell me what you're thinking. I don't understand because."
"Are you trying to tell me that every person is special?" The Child replied.
The Prophet shook with laughter.
"Why is that so impossible for you to believe, Child?"
"But I thought you said no one is an island."
"No, I didn't tell you that. You have come to that conclusion on the journey," The Prophet said.
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that."
"Child, are the days of the year the same?"
"No, Prophet. The name of the days repeats itself, but each day is different."
"And the months?"
"Each month is different," answered the Child.
"And the years?"
"You already know the answer, Prophet. Each year is different too," the Child said with some degree of frustration and began to twirl and twirl on the lily pad. Suddenly, a smile lit upon her face.
"I see it, Prophet, I see it! The Child exclaimed excitedly as she twirled.
"What do you see Child?"
"Every person is different. We are unique and wonderfully made. That's what makes us so valuable. Wow!"
Grunts of laughter like sounds coming from a volcano erupted out of the Prophet.
"I like that, Child," said The Prophet between spurts of laughter. "You're learning."
Have a nice weekend everyone.