Omnipotent One

When we landed, we fell to extolling these master touches of the Creator’s hand, for, indeed, the place was, at it were, born of fragrant musk – so fresh and beautiful and full of all delights not made by man.

Selecting a rare spot on the bank of a stream, I sat apart, meditating upon the wonderful works of the Omnipotent One. There the soft zephyrs singing in the trees, and the stream murmuring at my feet, lulled me to slumber; and when I awoke later, I looked forth upon the sea and lo, the ship was far out on the wall of the ocean sloping to the sky.

They had forgotten me and I was left alone upon the island.

The Second Voyage of Sindbad the Sailor, The Arabian Nights

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