THE LAST GIFT

June29

/ “Green Idea”/

It rains again. Yes, againbut this time it seems the rain does not bother youyou don’t seem to notice it? And what did you notice today, where did you go? Along which street? … Don’t you remember this either? You want me to tell you, OK, but better listen carefully I don’t want to repeat this story ever again, right

It is just you and me in the room. I’m alive but you’re just in my heart, in my thoughts, in my hands, on the picture faded by my caresses. And it is dark and quiet. The city boils there behind the curtains, behind the windows. I feel lonely without you. It was not like that before. We were outside and the wind whirled through my hair. You were talking to me and I enjoyed my company. We walked together through the grass and I was complaining for you. I wish I could go back for one magical day where we could be together back there on the meadow, where the sun is shining at noon and where his sheep were grazing peacefully. I remember that you used to bring slices of bread with salt and paprika and ask me: “Would you like one” and then you said: “Now I wish there was something sweet”. I remember those days like they were yesterday but it is no more. I close my eyes and I can see you, I can still recognize your face. Your eyes, oh those deep and joyful eyes. “Someday…” you said, “You will miss me, will you cry for me?”. I laughed and ignored the future. I dreamed of growing up, of visiting other cities and people, of running away. I thought there was something special about me. Someday I might write something grand, something exciting that would leave an impression on someone, something great and from my heart, but I was so much in a hurry for this day to come that I did not enjoy the time spent with you. There on the lawn it was not so bad to be together. When I think about it, it was even great. I did not know that I’d miss you so much. This pain, this sadness, as if something had died inside me when I saw you lying there, covered with flowers and folded hands, so quiet and silent, so real and yet so far, you were the focus of attention as always, but why, why did you leave. There were so many people and everyone was sad. I do not remember much of that day, it seemed to fly away as a short movie. In the bitter memories of that day I have glimpses of how I kissed you, I put my picture under your shirt, right there on the left, above your heart, and asked you to protect me, to guard me and I wished you luck. Then that woman, how she sang for God’s sake, how ugly her moaning was, I had a feeling I was being cut into strips and my blood poured out, and the throbbing pain goes beyond all limits. It transformed into something without limit and without time. And somewhere there my soul cried out in anger, fear and grief that you were gone from me. You loved music, loved to dance, in this moment of madness I wanted to turn on the TV and the volume up to give you a last second of life, to send your spirit to rest, with a smile, but I had no strength, as if I was frozen and with lifeless limbs. I looked and I was unable to see, I thought and was unable to perceive, to realize. These empty words that I spoke were deprived of emotion as if there was another me who controlled my mind. And I looked from above, trying to image that you were there with us. That you see us and ask us not to worry, not not fill our minds with grief, to move on and to cherish the moments with those around us. And the rain drizzled in fine and quiet drops as though it wished you luck in the new way, as if it tried to tell you that you’ll be lucky in the new place, but you did not notice it, it did not bother you, you could not feel it, you were unable to enjoy it. I tried to see the rainbow in every drop that fell, but my eyes reflected only the darkness of the dying day, a day in which you went away from me. You looked asleep but without your sweet snoring and you were leaving us with bitterness, leaving us to fight our fate, our life of which you were part and which you had given up or you were simply unable to defeat and to win some more time to be with us. I was looking at the flowers in the pots at the windows and thought how beautiful you were with a flower pinned to your ear and … I did not even notice when I had gone outside. The rain was still rippling but the raindrops seemed to caress my face. As if you were touching me with the raindrops and saying good-bye to me. I walked as in a trance until finally I reached the place where I you wanted me to be. There I stood, behind the house, in the garden, under the old walnut tree, and cried. I cried for the days gone by, for the memory, for you, … for us. I watched the drops fall from the leaves and sink into the crumbly soil. Several unpicked walnuts rolled in the mud absorbing the rain in their greenish black shells. I bent down and picked one. The warmth of its shell take me far back, back in time … I squeezed the walnut in my fist remembering those happy days when we walked in the meadows and chased the sheep when one of them went astray. I could see my stupid smile while I was walking with your through the grass and how I stumbled in the weeds to keep up with you. My hands automatically pulled the kernel out of the shell, but my mind was remembering long lost memories. The tears kept rolling down my face and in my hand I was still clutching hard the already naked nut. Then, suddenly possessed by a fever because of the loss I started picking the falling walnuts…

At the same time a large black walnut cracked perfectly when it touched upon the wet soil. Its shell broke into four equal parts and the kernel remained intact and shiny. I threw it on the pile I was making. The next nut that I took was again perfect. Another glossy kernel shaped like a brain fell on the top of the pyramid of the nuts. I threw there shells. I grabbed, crushed, torn apart each of them. Not all nuts were perfect. Some of them remained deeply hidden in their shells and like hermit crabs they would not get out of them. But I was stubborn. I kept fighting the rain and the mud, because you grandma, YOU, had taught me that. You taught to me to finish what I had started irrespective of the circumstances … they all went to the pile, ordinary and extraordinary, they all took me back to life … to the life without you. Then a big and heavy walnut fell from the tree and hit me on the head. The pain throbbed heavily but reminded me that I was still here. I bent over the large walnut, picked it with tears in my eyes and kissed it. I did not ask myself how you called me and what had happened over the last fifteen minutes. I did not know where I was and whether I would find the way back. I wanted to be with my wonderful savior through which you reminded me of one of your ideas… I began digging frantically in front of myself. The small hole was getting bigger and deeper. When it was filled with raindrops I put the little kernels of the big and hard walnut and buried it. Every day I went to water my last gift, your last testament to me, and so until a young but strong tree I grew up reminding me of you. I promised myself to plant a tree every year to remind myself the idea that you gave me. Thus you live and bloom with me in my heart and in my eyes as all the trees that I planted and that I will plant in the future.

P.S. If every man plants at least one tree in their life to remind them of a beloved person or event then we would be less lonely and happier and healthier.

THE SPACE – PRESENT AND FUTURE OF HUMANITY

June23

Before time began…

/essay/

(Time is infinite and boundless)

There is nothing but atoms and space;

Everything else is only an opinion.

Democritus from Abdera

We live in a world that we know very little about, but what we know are huge discoveries. To reach them we are aided by the physical laws that have “popped up” into existence at laboratories around the world and in the great minds of all those geniuses who have studied natural sciences.

Just like an archaeologist can imagine a long lost city on the basis of a few rocks thus I’m trying to find out on the basis of the information given to me: what was it like “before time began”. To have a beginning and time first we must follow what triggered the “Big Bang”. Just like a story logically has a beginning mine should also have one. This story, however, is about the Universe, but unfortunately there are no data about the Very beginning which does not give me much basis for reasoning. Actually, it gives me nothing. Zero. For that reason I will use a little imagination.

Well, at the beginning it was emptiness, something like a strange vacuum where nothing containing space, light, sound, and even time existed. “Like a giant piece of rock attached to the top of a towering cliff, and the equilibrium of emptiness was so fine that to make a change – a change that created the Universe – only a chance was needed and it was brought about”. Something exploded! In this initial “red hot” moment space and time were created.

The idea of ​​time is related to the occurrence of events. An occurrence notes a specific point in time. Two occurrences form an interval between them. Then, a regularly repeating sequence of occurrences, such as the beat of the heart, the swinging of a pendulum, or even sunrise and sunset provide a measure of time. This is so because we have time, but let us imagine a situation where nothing ever happens. Perhaps this was the state of the Universe “before”. There was no tick-tock, there was no lunch and dinner, no … there were no events at all!

Everyone has found himself in an awkward situation, has wanted for time to stop and to not have existed at all as it was “before” the Big Bang in the Universe. Then time and space did not exist, which means that if we are transferred there – before the great event, our awkward situation would not have occurred and people and “unpleasant” questions would not have been asked … What could be better than that you will ask?!? Yes, I but no! What happens when space and time “have no meaning anymore”? It is true that we will not exist and it is true that we will avoid the dispute, but … but what is left? I will tell you that what remains is what we now call “the laws of physics”. It is they that lie at the basis of everything. They occurred before everything else, they set the beginning of all searching that we, people, make on the basis that the Universe is the answer, but only God knows what the question is!

When we deal with these new theories of space, time and the beginning we are overwhelmed by a feeling of complete powerlessness. It is interesting to ask the question “HOW? How can the basic “material” of the Universe to be reason for the the incredible diversity of our world, for example: stars, planets, sea turtles, ocean, corals, sunlight … the human brain … and many more? Aren’t those who first sought answers to such questions called “physicists”? Indeed, would be able today to “contemplate the entire history of creation” if it were not for them and others like them? Thanks to those researchers at our telescopes and microscopes, in our observatories and laboratories, in our notebooks, we started to perceive the outlines of the “original beauty and symmetry” that ruled in the first moments of the universe, that is even “before time began”!…

But let us stop for a moment … let us come back again here and now in our time, and not “before time began”, and let us think what in the world could give a clear example of how short and infinite time is …

Let us imagine that an alien which knows nothing about life on our planet came to a city and saw its residents – children, adolescents, adults and elderly people. Since its time on Earth is limited to a few hours, equivalent to three hours and thirteen minutes twenty-nine seconds Earth time, it will strive to learn as many things as possible about our world! Where would you take it to get to know our majesty – man (because man is the highest form of life, and is the best example of a time tracking)?

I do not know about you, but I would endeavor to convince it that people are not always the same as the Homeric gods on Mount Olympus. I would explain to it that people evolve over time, they have a beginning, maturity and an end of their lifetime. And we can visualize that only by visiting places that are specific for us as humans. For example, to let it see the birth of life I would take it to an obstetric clinic. There, in the rooms, it can see numerous other beings similar to what it saw coming out of the womb before entering the room for newborns. To see the transformation of man, from a baby into a teenager, I will take the alien to an ordinary school where children who are already be able to understand will give it interesting information about what they learn and what they want to be when they grow up. When I say grow up, I mean when they start work, create their own home and family. It would be best if I take it to lunch at my home where it can get an idea of ​​the relationships between adults and child. Of course, most of its time to explore our planet will have passed /even alien time goes fast/, so I will need to hurry with the introduction of the human stages of maturation.

And at the end of this – let us call it a trip – to see the culmination of this whole period, because as I mentioned at the beginning the idea of ​​time is associated with the occurrence of events, and human life is filled with a series of events and after a certain point comes the last event called the end. To see this stage I will take it to a department of terminally ill people. There death will have taken yet another soul to its cemetery of people ravished by the turning point of their existence.

Once the creature from outer space has seen the decline of the last phases of human life I will be having only a few minutes left so we can say goodbye to each other and I will ask it to visit me again someday, and why not even ask it to take me on a short visit so I can spend a few interesting hours in its world, with its countrymen?

… After this thorough trip I hope you were convinced that time was infinite and boundless and one life is not enough to explain what it was “before time began”, what came after that and what may happen in the future, and isn’t the future a time that has not yet come but comes with every second that we breathe, feel and live?

 P.S. What do you think of that? :) :) :)

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

June14

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, Ch. 1

The Hobbit is a book by J.R.R. Tolkien, a famous Oxford professor, essayist and writer. The story centers around Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit who is caught up in a grand adventure.

“The Hobbit” began life as an entertaining story of Tolkien’s children (as so many of Tolkien’s stories began as well). Written between 1929-1933, the book details the adventures of Bilbo Baggins. Gandalf the Wizard meets with Bilbo in the opening pages, telling him he is looking for some “to go on an adventure”. Bilbo, not quite as respectible as he would like to believe himself to be, tells Gandalf life was much more interesting when Gandalf was around, but no, he would not have any adventures, thank you very much. Naturally, thirteen dwarves show up, and ultimately Bilbo sets off to reclaim the gold that the Dragon Smaug has stolen from the dwarves. Like the later Aragorn, Thorin Oakenshield, the chief dwarf, is a king-in-exile, and wants to reclaim both his throne and his gold stolen by the dragon…

How to describe Bilbo Baggins from Tolken’s book ‘The Hobbit’?

He is a typical hobbit who likes to have things run on schedule, like his meals. Bilbo Baggins is a creature of habit. In the beginning of the book we meet Bilbo and we find that he likes to follow a certain schedule, from the time he gets up in the morning until bedtime. Bilbo the Hobbit is also very polite, mannerly and generous.

“The Hobbit” is an excellent fantasy adventure. However, this is one of my favorite books ever, and that is why I’ve read it over and over so many times. To say that it is “just for kids” is like saying that ice cream or watermelon is just for kids.

“The Hobbit” made me feel like I was part of Bilbo’s world – fighting dragons and giant spiders with him. When I finished it I couldn’t wait to read the Lord Of The Rings. I think that this book is incredibly descriptive book, with plenty of charm. J.R.R Tolkien has created a whole new world in which there are many dangers and adventures to have. I absolutely loved it when I first read it, and still enjoy reading it today! I highly recommend getting this book.

Who is your favourite character, moment, or quote? :) :) :)