Kahlil Gibran (January 6, 1883–April 10, 1931)
Said a sheet of snow-white paper, “Pure was I created, and pure will I remain for ever. I would rather be burnt and turn to white ashes than suffer darkness to touch me or the unclean to come near me.”
The ink-bottle heard what the paper was saying, and it laughed in its dark heart; but it never dared to approach her. And the multicolored pencils heard her also, and they too never came near her.
And the snow-white sheet of paper did remain pure and chaste forever – pure and chaste – and empty.