When the wind of change swept through the landscape at the speed of a gale, tearing down the edifice of tradition, the old school of thought remained indoors.
Three children were sitting quietly under a tree. The silence that surrounding the location astounded me. For a little while, I forgot I was in the midst of life.
I spent my whole life worrying about the impending calamity, completely oblivious to the fact that worry is the worst calamity that can befall a human soul.
Why don't we go a little bit further on our walk together? to slightly extend the period of time during which we can savor our lovely memories of life together.
As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.