A man of God, on his deathbed, was visited by
a person who spoke ill of him all his life.
"I'm sorry - he said - I would ask forgiveness and
in some way to remedy harm done."
"I forgive you - said the man of God -
but I ask you to do me a favor first of my death.
Get off my pillow and remove all the feathers,
then throw them out the window. "
The other did so.
" Now return to the valley "
- continued the man of God -
" But it is impossible "
- cried the other.
" Exactly ...
maldicense ... so is the spread between humans,
can be forgiven, but
may not be withdrawn "
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