So I got engaged to David.
He asked me to marry him. I said, “I dont take a husband.”
Then he asked, “Would you take a fiancee?”
See, I dont take a husband but he is so smart in his kindness or he is so kind in his smartness, he asked me that question.
Does maturity come with age? Can humans mature at the age of 20, 23, thinking they will die at the age of 30?
Does the existence of end of time allow us make us be forced to become mature?
Isnt that a wonder, when all is faced with the reality of their end is coming or will come someday, they just want to say, “I want to know it all.”?
Passage of time takes us to one door, behind which all the questions are to be answered, but let me tell you an open secret: The one who resides in the one chamber of all truth only gives away just what you can take to hear.
Yes, she decides how much you need to hear. For she herself is a secret treasure, with not only knowlegde, but owing it all, all existence…
Thats why she is quiet most of the time, unless she is fighting for what reality in its warmness can be understood as truth.
She talks little, humanity even in beauty is harsh…
She keeps quiet not to be harmed?
Too many questions, though not too many for you. Though she does not answer all questions, she knows somewhere, heart of humanity will not be satisfied only with knowledge.
She keeps silent, knowing in the place in, it is not just time for answers…
“I can if not supposed to be hidden give you the answers. But is that what you want?”
Right of passege comes with the right of only one question…
“Why” And she would not even ask whether he wanted the knowledge of the past only.
“What will happen?” And she would not unlock the key to his past for him to walk the path.
She just keeps quiet…
Only those who come with the cleanest hearts, with rubies in their hand and a cube of gold close to their hearts shall be allowed, for time of eternity.
And as for me, there were shadows of branches on sidewalk.
Were you ever told the frequency of street lamps make their lightening yellowish?
See, it is an engineer that makes the bulb.
Now walk among shadows of trees, made by an only human engineers’s bulb.
Can your brain take it?
It is a construct.
And all was made for me and me. I will put a quantum mechanical experiment on it or not, here or now or in all times, which I have. Then there will be a land where the secret sun of winter glare lightens the trees and I will ask the creator not to be there, not to be there… Not to hurt me…