When I was a young child one beautiful morning the warmth of the sunrise woke me up. I looked the warm sun straight in the eye and I began to walk east with one wish and hope, a hope and a wish to live. It was the same wish and hope with which I was born. Heading to the east as fast as I could I looked back to see what I had left behind. I saw my own long shadow walking behind me. I was then, a young happy child thirsty for beauty that love has and searching for the sweetness which life can offer. I was heading east as quickly as I could. The sun rose and so did I. I grew up to be a young man. I looked back over my shoulder and as I took the steps I could see my shadow was growing shorter and shorter. The sun rose in the sky and reached its highest peak. It was twelve o’clock the middle of the day, and the clock raised its hands up and overlapped them, one over the other. The shadow behind my back and from underneath my feet disappeared. I reached the highest peak a human being could possibly reach. Just like a day reaches noon, a strong mature man reaches his highest peak of life. I’m heading east. For a second, I pause to look. The sun, however, did not take a pause. It continued to walk over my head and shoulders. My new shadow began to grow from under my feet. The sun began to walk away behind my back, and my shadow started to grow and walk in front of my eyes. I looked back sadly and I saw how the warm sun simply just walked away. I could not walk back. Three quarters of my life’s time had passed away, as have the three quarters of a day. Sadly, I began to follow and walk behind my own shadow, and I was even more sad to see what I was leaving behind. The sun was walking away behind my back, behind my life, falling behind the tall mountains, the mountains which I like to climb over and over again always, just one more, one more time. The old man was heading east with only one hope. Tired and dragging his feet slowly he was walking and following his own shadow looking back one more time. Only life’s memories were left behind. The sun has set. The old man is still heading east. His own shadow in front of him simply and quickly disappears in front of his eyes. Walking behind his own shadow, heading east, he ends up in the west. IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A HUMAN BEIGN TO GET LOST? IF SO TELL ME WHERE AND HOW?
The four letters of the word LIFE, are covering our earth like a transparent blanket. As I continuously observe life, I am wondering, “IF Nature, God’s creation, is unable to help me write about the healthy human life, then who is able to, and how?” A healthy human life is not, and should not be, any different than the four, beautiful seasons of the year; the seasons which are like brothers, sisters, and friends who help one another daily, monthly and year after year. A healthy life doesn’t require any more or less than to give and to take. First, you must give, then, you can take. You and I must accept love in order to give love. Life is love, love is life. Without Nature’s help, our lips would dry up, like love without the tears. Life is beautiful. How beautiful it would be, if each one of us would be able to say, “This is mine. This is my love, my family, my child, my friend and at the happiest moment, to be able to say, “My God,” and, “Beautiful Nature, my best friend.” It is life’s law that you cannot ask for, what you did not give. It is not yours and, therefore, you cannot have it. Taking, and not giving, can turn our own life and the life of others, into a cold jail cell, – life’s jail cell. Life is love and it’s the only spring which can nourish our healthy, beautiful life. It can turn it around in the same way in which the four seasons of the year are turning. Although nature’s balance of the four seasons has been and is still badly wounded, the seasons continue to fulfill their proper functions. However, human life might not continue, and that could be a major unhealthy, difference between us, people, and the four seasons of the year. Too many of us continuously live with some kind of a dream and a hope, searching and asking for what Nature simply cannot give us, and what it doesn’t have, because we didn’t give Her or help her. Mother Nature cannot give us a big piece of love, because we failed to give that love to her. God, I can hear the rest of the wounded Nature as it is whispering and saying, “What are these people looking for?” LIFE, four letters within the one word, is covering this earth. Innumerable studies and written words, which we daily find and use, exist. From all of these words I find that there are only six which our healthy life requires on a daily basis. These are the words, TRUTH, HEALTH, SHARING and LEARNING. These four words are just like the one healthy body which must also have legs and arms. These legs and arms can be found in the words, THINK and WORK. These six essential words have the power to grind up so many life’s studies and some written and spoken words that are used daily, will also be ground into dust by these six words which can then feed the waves of the deep blue sea. I’m sorry, that I forgot to make mention of the fish. Should I first say the big fish and, then, the small fish? It doesn’t really matter. This dust is bad for all of them. There is no space on this soil for this useless dust. Healthy life is love, and it doesn’t matter how long it lasts. It is as beautiful as the time one spends being in true love. Our life is made up of tiny, small pieces. These are pieces of various size, form, shape, color and sweetness. It is a life which offers us daily, more for less. Isn’t it beautiful that for less we can have more? Healthy life is also trying to tell us that possessing too much is less and worse, than if we had nothing. Yes, our life is composed of tiny pieces, like true love. They are pieces of different size, shape, color and sweetness. They are the pieces which must be tasted before any one of us could express not to others, but to ourselves, to our own bodies and minds, how sour and sweet our own life is. I cannot tell you how sweet it is, but I am only able to tell you that it is beautiful and sweet.
When I was a young boy, I remember that there were some years of my life when I walked barefoot and when I was cold and hungry. I called myself poor. I was too young to know that there were two categories of poor. One category is poor and the other is very poor. There were many times when I found myself searching for a small, dry breadcrumb. I possessed a huge hope of finding one, but very often I found none. However, I did not lose my big hope. When I did find and tasted the dry breadcrumb, I cannot tell you, how sweet it was. It was always as sweet as my first love. I also cannot forget my first pair of socks. They made me cry. My left toe made a hole right through my sock. Yes, I cried and asked God, “Why?,” but crying did not help me. I believe God heard me, but I was not able to wait. I began thinking how I could help myself. Daily, I began to switch my left sock onto my right foot, and my right sock onto my left foot. My socks lasted much longer and they lived two lives in one. One pair of socks taught me what two pairs could not. Having too much could be, and is, much worse, than having nothing at all. I remember the very first time I held a small piece of cake in my hands. I tasted it first with my eyes, then with my tongue and, finally, I put it in my mouth. I did not chew it; I did not swallow it. I tried to hold its sweet taste for as long as I could. I did not chew it; I did not swallow it. The small piece of cake simply melted in my mouth. I cannot express to you, how sweet it was. It was an extremely sweet taste which has not yet disappeared from my mouth. At that time I called myself poor, but I was unaware that this was my life’s informal schooling. I passed the life’s test to be able to feel and say to myself, “This is mine, and I have enough.” My life taught me how beautiful and healthy life could really be. It could be extremely beautiful. Before I stepped over my formal school’s doorstep, I learned how to divide, share, laugh and cry with others, and pray for others, as well. Parents, please teach your children at home. Don’t allow them to walk away from Nature and God’s name. Don’t let them walk away from their sweet fortune. Yes, I searched for crumbs, and I brushed my teeth with my soft tongue. I fed the poor with my words, my hands and my heart. I fed the ants, the animals and the birds. The following three words and the ONE TRUTH, cannot be described – SWEETNESS, PAIN and LOVE. I would like to graft these words into every young child’s mind and heart. Oh, how healthy and beautiful it is, to be able to accept love, to be able to love, sleep with love, and live with love, and not to be able to just say, “How rich I am.” Break down the big pieces, maybe the ones you are unable to hold in your hand, mind, mouth and in your heart. Healthy life is simple; it is easy to live and describe. More or less than that, life’s puzzles, no matter how you place them, or turn them, will not, and cannot fit together. I’m sorry that I am unable to tell you much more than this. My life and its simple observations and studies, the sweet tiny pieces, my daily life, could not tell me or teach me any more than what God’s creation required. I did not chew, I did not swallow. When I was a young boy, my sweet taste turned into one wish and hope. It was, that one day I too, would be able to grow as a fruit tree did. That this fruit tree should not be too tall, and that it should be like an umbrella fruit tree, which would cover the earth. It should be a tree that every woman, child and man could find easy to reach and taste the fruits of my tree, taste my written words. My dream came true a few years ago, when I opened my gift and took out only a few words which I am presently sharing with you beautiful people around this world. I am a new, unknown writer, a child, who in many ways feels has not yet grown up. Someone has left me a few large steps behind, standing there, inseparable from God’s creation. Most of the time people are telling me, “Your writing is a new writing.” I feel it is sad and I ask, “Why do you call it, The NEW writing? For fifty four years, I have tried to match dry boards of different colors and grains and put them together with dove tail and glue. The one wish and hope I had in mind was that they should mold and stay together a duration of lifetime. I repaired antiques and I glued together separate, broken pieces, again and again. Today I am writing with the same hopes and wishes, that with the help of love and peace, the four beautiful colors and the one born from them, will also stay together, forever. I do not think that my writing is a new form of writing. I am just attempting to put together pieces of life which were broken and continue breaking down, daily. I am trying to put them together in many different ways, with the invisible dove tails, and without the glue. I use health, love and freedom as glue. God, how beautiful it would be, if during my final hours, I could witness the spring bloom and blossom and this world live harmoniously in peace. I thank all of you beautiful, good people around this world. You have chosen to taste my fruits, my written words. I find it difficult to find the proper words to express to you how pleased I am and how sweet tasting this beautiful gift of yours, is!
Where was God? This question is the same as if one were to ask, “Where was my love?” If you have one, it always remains close to your heart. When bad things happen, I often hear the words, “Where was God?” I think God always stays at home. Sometimes, Mother Nature is not so kind to us and we are unable to control it. We don’t know why unfortunate events happen. We live with the same question and the same answer, “Why.” I ask myself, “Why are we unable to learn that which we cannot know?” However, we should know that the road we walk on daily has one safe side, and that one truth exists, and that is that God just loves his Mother Nature. My life’s observations and every healthy step of nature is clearly telling me, “God doesn’t love me more than you, or, more than his Mother Nature.” Why not? It is very often that I hear my parents’ echo which is saying, “Child, don’t touch. You will hurt yourself.” God loves us all, and he is telling us daily, “Children, don’t touch. Don’t hurt yourselves.” My parents were good parents, good teachers. When I did naughty things they punished me. Why? Humans, we not only touched God’s creations, but we have in the past, and continue to destroy them each and every day. We can ask for God’s forgiveness, but I believe Mother Nature cannot, and will not forgive us. Yes, God loves his Mother Nature. As in true love, healthy life also requires a steady balance. Nothing, for nothing, is nothing. I don’t believe that we are getting something for nothing. Why are bad things happening to good, honest people? My heart bleeds for them. Truth has a secret and deep roots. It once happened to me. An old man, a shoemaker, stared at my shoes, as he was saying, “Who will pay for them?” I did not have an answer. I walked home feeling sad, and I asked my father, “Did you pay the shoemaker for my shoes?” His answer was “No.” I was afraid and I told him, “God will punish you.” Little by little, my father paid the man for fixing my old shoes. I was just so afraid that if my father did not pay, someone in our family, somewhere, at some time down the road, will have to pay. The rest of Mother Nature, the animals, the birds, the plants and the trees are saying, “We are the good, honest nature. We know and God knows, that we live with His absolute truth.” They are asking us, the people, the same question, “Why are bad things happening to US, NATURE?” Good, honest, smart people, where were we when bad things were happening to Mother Nature, and where are we now? This is, and will be, a sad history for the upcoming century, but, perhaps it will be very helpful to learn from.
I believe we are asking too much of God and where He was. God was sitting at home. In the past, as well as at the present time, God is watching us and how our hearty appetites are devouring our own minds.
Our life and the life of Mother Nature is like one big spider web, and it is anchored to the earth’s soil. No matter where, or how it is touched, the whole web will shake. The only difference is that the spider knows how to repair his web very rapidly, and we don’t know how to repair our own lives. We have a great deal to learn about ourselves and nature, in order that we may live and enjoy a more healthy and peaceful life.
I would like to ask all the people of this world the following question, “Who, and whose system pleased all of us, in the past and at the present time?” It’s a silly question, “all people”. Why not, “all people”? If you believe in God, than you better believe that he doesn’t love me anymore than he loves you and his Mother Nature. The three words, HATE, FIGHT, and KILL should be buried very deep, just like the bad weeds. You must forgive me, if I am wrong.
The word HELP was planted as a single seed and it grew into what we now call God’s beautiful creation. How simple, healthy and beautiful sounding are the words, “I’ll help you, you help me”. Between us, love can grown and climb like ivy. We know how to say, “A beautiful, life”. Yes, a beautiful, peaceful life can stop and prevent HATE and the unknown disease from crawling over our doorsteps. Tomorrow and the days that will follow could be too late for us, and too soon to say No. It is a simple God’s law that one should think, work, rest and share with others. There’s only one law from where health, love and freedom can grow. There is only one system which can help save us, may I say, save us all. “God, I do not see any other better road!” World, do you believe that we have any other better or wiser choice? Our earth has always been and it still is beautiful and rich. The earth’s soil, its creeks and its deep seas, its sun and moon, its stars, are all a part of one body, connected to our bodies’ blood vessels, minds and hearts. Our luck, our freedom and our health cannot be found any deeper than the point where the large tree’s roots grow, and not any higher than the heights reached by the tallest trees. We made a giant step which superseded our luck, health and freedom. We failed to examine our minds and we were not able to foretell what effect a ferocious appetite could have on our minds and our healthy lives. Yes, someone, some geniuses were born and then died without leaving a last will of testament for us. They left enough for the world to share and for the new, upcoming century to learn from and study. I often wonder, during their long days and dark nights, when they had the time to ponder and think, in what capacity was God and his Mother Nature, on their minds. My answer would be that TRUTH can fit into one word. As for the rest of the truths, to land on this earth, this earth is too small to contain them.
Some geniuses died and they left their children behind, some of whose appetites are quite large. These are the children who will point and touch and as a cooko bird, they, too, will lay their eggs in someone else’s nest and then fly away. Who can punish us more than we are already punishing ourselves? Where were we in the past and what were we doing? We are still here and what we are presently doing is much worse than if we were doing absolutely nothing. This earth is still rich and beautiful.
World, don’t lift and move one foot
Just turn around and bend down
Your luck is still breathing,
And it is not too deep or too high.
Stay close to nature and God
You’ll be able to teach your children,
How health and freedom can grow.
Most importantly,
You’ll be able to point and tell them,
The one truth,
And that is, how health and freedom can die.
It is December 26, 20005
This earth is still
Green, beautiful and rich.
In this world, words cannot be found, words which can describe,
How warm and beautiful SHE is.
Truth cannot reveal the secret
The world cannot find the words
She is just warm, beautiful and sweet
Who is SHE?
Is SHE like the sunrays?
Is SHE like the daylight?
Yes, SHE is
Is SHE like the raindrops?
Yes, SHE is just like the raindrops,
Drop by drop.
Is SHE what I can touch and hold?
Maybe, if you know how to touch and to hold
Why maybe?
Because, it’s just like that
Oh God
SHE is very warm, beautiful and sweet
How warm?
How warm? It is the secret,
For you to discover
How sweet?
How sweet? Words cannot describe it
How beautiful?
Very beautiful
SHE is the heart of the truth
What is SHE made of?
SHE is made of truth,
Secrets, sweetness and love.
She is very warm and has a big heart
Sweetness can always be tasted,
As a fruit that’s picked off the tree,
At the right time.
She must be powerful
Yes, SHE is as potent as the earth’s soil,
And the truth.
Who is SHE?
And who is the earth’s soil?
Standing in a vertical position,
More than half of the world,
Is not yet able to identify them.
Oh God, SHE is like a beautiful rose
Why did God create,
A beautiful rose with sharp thorns?
The truth is, that it’s not for every hand
To touch and to hold
Who is SHE?
SHE is the one,
Who is still turning the world around
And keeping the earth,
Beautiful and green.
If the sweetness and the beauty,
SHE possesses,
As well as the morning’s sunrays,
Cannot wake me up, I ask you God,
Please take me away,
As quickly as you can.
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,
God will not punish me,
If I ask,
“Is heaven as beautiful and as green
As is this earth?”
My dream began to form in the year 1944. In my dream I dreamed a frightening life’s dream that the earth was losing balance and it was trembling. I called my mom, “Run, help me. Follow the title and turn the world around.” The echo that traveled throughout the small mountains raised its voice and said, “Why not?” The tall mountains began to tremble. I fell down on my knees. The sky turned into an unhappy human face, opened its mouth and raised its voice. Lightning and thunder struck and shook, the earth. The sky turned into what looked like the rivers and human blood vessels. The earth began to weep. I began to scream, “Mom, turn around and look back. The earth is trembling and losing its balance. Follow the title and run.” Daylight suddenly transformed itself into nighttime. What a frightening dream; a night without the dew, a tired earth with dry lips, and high mountains with long wrinkled faces wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I saw Nature as an unhappy human face. It was an expressionless face unable to express the words before tears began to roll down its eyes. Truth was unable to rest and sleep. That’s when the dark night turned into a beautiful day and a beautiful morning. Warm sunrays nourished the earth’s soil, as a mother’s warm look nourishes her child’s mind, eyes and heart. In my life’s dream I dreamed of walking through the end of the long tunnel where the sun rose. I screamed once again, “Mom, follow the title and run.” The high mountains with their long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I stepped on a beautiful, blessed land, the land I call America. It was a beautiful morning as I stood there observing the sunrise with my mind, eyes and heart. As I remained standing on the American land, I will tell you what I saw. I observed the sun that looked like the letter “O” standing in the middle of two M’s. No matter which way I looked at it, how I turned it, or how I spelled it, from the American land it always spelled “Mom”.
I am sorry about my title. On this earth, MOM can run in any direction. High mountains with long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. An echo traveling through the small mountains, as a river whispered,” On this earth Mom can, and will run in any direction.” How sweet! My dream came to an end when my wife woke me up by saying, “Here is your coffee. Take the day off.”
I, truth, am for sale
What happened to me? “I ask myself
I wonder if it happened to you, too?
I did nurture this soil
I did nurture this world
It is now October, 2005
Word SMART, “Tell me, where am I hidden?”
World, where can I be found?
I did nurture the sky, air and rain
Where can I be found?
I did nurture the fish, rivers and the seas
Where can I be found?
I did nurture grass, flowers, herbs and trees
Where can I be found?
Oh, I did nurture the birds,
And all other animals,
From my lungs and my heart.
Where can I be found?
I did nurture vegetables and fruit trees
Where can I be found?
I did nurture beautiful, naïve children,
And you, world, body and mind
What has happened and why?
I was unable to please the word SMART
Yes, I nurtured myself,
From the very beginning,
So, why not to the end?
World, do you happen to know,
Who will buy me?
Consult your own health,
Before you consult your doctor,
Before you ask your teacher,
Before you consult your leaders,
Where, on this earth,
Can they find me?
Find me, the one truth
Oh, human mind, please do not resist me
Even though it is nature’s law,
As well as God’s law,
I must wait,
And, at one end, I will wait
Oh, human mind,
There are no other words left,
Except for these:
“God, please help us all.”
The door is still open,
For the four beautiful colors,
Of black, white, yellow and red,
And the ones born from them
Peace, we can find
This beautiful earth belongs to us
Together
We must build one step,
A step which can sustain love and peace,
And that is what this soil needs,
And that is what we need
LOVE and PEACE
Poor and rich, alike,
We can all be rich
Togehther
How far can we go?
Far, very far
We can stop wars,
Save innocent people,
And our children’s lives
We can walk on the new road, far
Together
We can find what we did not yet find,
And what we have lost
We can help ourselves,
And it will be the first step,
A strong, healthy step,
For our beautiful children to stand on
Together
We will be able to laugh, suffer and cry
Clean the sky,
And the long rivers and the deep seas,
And breathe fresh air,
Share pure drops of water and tears,
And live a healthy, beautiful life
Together
Black, white, yellow and red,
And the ones born from them
Do we have any other better choice?
No
Whether we like it or not,
This earth belongs to us
Together
We’re missing the power
We’re missing the words
No one was born,
And no one will be born,
Who will be able to say,
“No”
It’s the end of school
A few will not pass
The space between life and death,
Will not change.
Neither will the space,
Between night and day.
Wickedly unpleasant wind will stop blowing
Clouds and air will rest
A few will not pass
They will be the ones,
Who will be able to tell,
That truth and love,
Did not end.
New school will begin
New grass will grow
Birds will fly
Rivers and seas will rest
Violent winds will no longer blow
The children will play
The sun will rise,
And heal their bodies and minds.
They will be the ones,
Who will be able to tell,
That truth and love,
Cannot end.
Sadly, for some,
This realization,
Was too late!
I dedicate this essay to every person who loves and belives in America.
America
November 2, 2004 was Election Day in America. The sun rose just in time on that day, as did the American people. The two political parties moved forward with great balance, just like a seesaw. On November 3rd, both parties landed on their strong feet with certain balance, just as God’s creation requires.America always was, and still is, a blessed land. It is a land where immigrants from around the world land, and like the birds, safely build their nests. This world is surrounded by a mirror. America, look and you will sure see your own beauty and worth.
November 2, 2004 was a day that must be recorded in history, for it is a day of hope for a better world and a healthier nature. Our world needs help, and within it, there is absolutely no room for hate. It is sad, for in my mind and in my eyes, I feel and see that the world has turned around only once just like a wheel since the days of World War II. The turn made was not a very smooth one.
America has always been, and still is, the greatest mother our world can
have. Current times are begging America for help together with the rest of the world. With truth at its side, the world can help itself.
Presently, the world needs to slow its pace and think and evaluate much more than it has ever thought before. This must be done, however, without wasting too much time. Current times and the world’s nature depend on us. Health and peace is what human life and the rest of nature require. Health and peace are the biggest, most valuable fortunes humans can ever find on this earth. Past history has reflected, and present days are still craving nature’s unfulfilled needs. The worst has happened. Nature has been, and is repeatedly wounded. Steps were taken which superceded God’s creations and taken his law, in vain. Nature has not been helped or improved.
Earth and its soil of innumerable, sweet, minute components of various shapes and colors has been bound with love and respect. It is God’s law of love and respect which holds together the soil, the earth and all of nature’s life. Without it, nature will suffer in the similar way a flower suffers without water and sunlight. Eventually, both will wither away slowly.
Love and respect are two beautiful, healthy gifts given to us by God. They should be shared by the entire world and its nature. I don’t believe that there is anyone who doesn’t like to be loved or respected. It would be difficult to ask, and even more impossible to know, or think, that such a dismal world could ever exist. I do believe that no philosopher can ever be found who would not agree that love and respect are two beautiful essential gifts, and that they should be utilized daily.
Our earth’s soil has similar needs as our bodies and minds. We both need one truth, pure-organic food, clean water and air. We must be aware that whatever our minds can adapt to, our bodies and our health are unable to do. This world needs healers, teachers and leaders who can help all of nature, starting from the simplest, and smallest, to the most complex living things. We need healers, teachers and leaders who can help today’s innocent children who suffer. They can make possible their mother’s needs for a better world. This goes for the rich and the poor, and people of all colors, races and creeds, who can help children who will be born to those mothers.
In a relatively young 21st century, a new base must be built and a key which will fit in each decade’s door lock must be found. The key must be made with respect and love. A key made of anything else will rust, and the world consequently will get stuck behind two doors. Someone who has accepted in heart and mind an artificial flower that lacks any scent, will say that I went too far. My reply to that person is, “No, I did not go too far. I am attempting to return home.” It is also possible that my readers might say that my writing has too often shown words of nature and God’s name. If people do not help nature’s balance to heal, we won’t be able to defend ourselves or fight against the tiniest living things. Our health, bodies and minds will not be able to fight back.
Yesterday, I had cause for a good laugh. It occurred when someone told me that my book mentions America so many times, and he wanted to know why it did so. My response to him was, “And what are you doing here in America?” At that exact moment, the unmentionable days of World War II and specifically the days of 1943, when I was nearly 5 years old, came to my mind. I remembered one unforgettable, cold morning when my father walked in through our doorstep and announced that he was on call to fight the Nazis. My mother began crying as she lifted me up and put me on her shoulder. Then, she proceeded to follow my father. I remember asking her, “Where are we going?” Her reply was, “Don’t worry, America will help us.”
It is now 61 years later and I would like to tell the whole world that my
poor mother’s words were correct. America did help us! American has not changed. The whole world should know that there is no room left on this planet for hate. America and the world together, only with peace, will be able to achieve peace for our innocent children’s future lives. World, we better be good to one another! When we ask for less, I assure you, we can receive much more. World, don’t you see, we lost all our friends. Indirectly, entire nature is fighting back against us, humans. This is a very sad moment for me and for my writing, but I do know this world is filled with good people and God is good. Therefore, I live with a new hope. Nature will accept human help and heal itself quickly. God’s law is based on love in turn for love, and it will work without any questions asked. It has been working for ants and the honeybees, so why can’t it work for us, human beings? My hope is as high as that of ants and honeybees. I have faith in America. America remains and must remain strong. What can this world do and what would it be like without you, America?
“World, what has happened to God’s creation? Nature’s balance is lost. Why? Step one, step two, step three and on, and on, and . . . . .? World, do you know how many steps this ladder has? I wonder if the creators of the ladder and of the words in the dictionary were twins? The night is dark, nature is resting and waiting for another day, another sunrise. Three dictionary words have been on my mind for a very long time and they woke me up. They are the words SMART, TRUTH and NOTHING. The word SMART is laughing and climbing, the word TRUTH is worrying and the word NOTHING is underneath the ladder, waiting. TRUTH is begging, please write a review, but not tomorrow, write it today.”
Reflections: Personalizing Life, Nature, Man and God
