"What is this?" Gulliver said, standing up in his dream a few steps from the precipice.
The beach down below was riddled with stranded logs and ropes from a wrecked ship.
"Answer by yourself." The creature voice was calm and hollow.
"It's a limit." He said.
"It's an edge." The voice still calm and hollow. "Living close to the edge makes your vision clearer. Tell me what you see from where you are."
"I see the waters and the beach. Everything is littered with garbage, flotsam and junks from Lilliput."
"Now walk farther and tell me what you see."
Gulliver stepped onto the very edge of the cliff. The wind was just a whisper. Suddenly the abyss was close, closer than ever before.
"What do you see now?"
As he closed his eyes, Gulliver said: "Where Lilliput sees garbage, ropes and waste, I can now see a ship I could build and sail away with. I see my freedom."
And then quietly the creature said.
"Some ships are made from wood and ropes, you are right."
The voice was still.
"Be careful though. Some ships are woven from just tears and wind…"