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FIVE signed copies of The Legend of The Moonstone are now traveling to FIVE different places in USA.

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I want to give a Special Thanks to the winners – Congratulations

Jessica, Jasmine, Amy, Tammy and Michie!

I hope you will enjoy reading my book…

And I also want to say I really appreciate everyone who has been following and who entered. I learned about so many new ideas from your comments and also from your advices. I really appreciate all the support as a new Author.

I am so grateful for all the great people out there, Thank You for reading, Thank you for sharing, Thank you for your wonderful and such a great reviews!

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Category: Writing Center

Does Reincarnation exist?


Life between Life
and Past Lives

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”

- William Shakespeare


Does Reincarnation exist? Why do people believe in Reincarnation?

This is a topic I have read books about and believe in. Reincarnation is considered by some to be the greatest “unknown” scientific discovery of modern times. Asking why people believe in Reincarnation is like asking why people believe in Santa Clause or why they believe in an afterlife? There isn’t necessarily any logic behind it and really there doesn’t have to be any reason at all other than it sounds nice.
People in general need something to believe in. Religious people, spiritual people, atheists: we all need something to believe in. It could be anything from science to the Easter bunny to reincarnation. It gives us hope and a goal to strive toward. Also Because it’s true, mostly and it’s beginning to be accepted as a real possibility by even the most skeptical people and scientists.

If you still don’t believe ask yourself why when trees ‘die’ in winter they ‘come back’ in spring? Flowers too. /Just ignore those bulb things in the Earth/. Lots of insects and amphibians change their form as they develop to.

Take all of that, questions of where our ego comes from when we are born and where it goes when we die, and a huge fear of non-existence and you get a belief in Reincarnation.

I have STRONG Faith in Reincarnation. Reincarnation is one of my favorite topics and over time I have read a ton of books including novels about Reincarnation. While the non-fiction books on past lives are some of my favorites, I do love reading novels that have something about reincarnation (and time travel) as well. I like thinking that you were once someone else, and even though you’re who you are now, there’s no telling if the past of your soul has anything to do with it. Here is the moment to share that because I’ve always been fascinated by the subject /Reincarnation/, I even  wrote a teen fiction novel based on some ideas and real stories /The legend of The Moonstone/. I hope you will enjoyed.

Anyway, Life has so much wonder. /I don’t believe that we Reincarnate into animals or such… only humans, basically to come back to learn until we reach full enlightenment./

“I have been born more times than anybody except Krishna.”
Mark Twain

“Finding myself to exist in the world, I believe I shall, in some shape or other, always exist.”
- Benjamin Franklin

“I am confident that there truly is such a thing as living again…”
- Socrates

I think the answer of question – Why do people believe in Reincarnation, is really simple. People believe in those concepts that give them some sense of security and purpose in life. They want to believe there is more to life than their own little existence, that there’s something that will keep them alive, the theists have their afterlives, and this lot have reincarnation. It’s nice to think you’ll get another chance at life, that this one life isn’t all that you have.
I am certain that there are some things in which you believe that others find rather mystifying. We all have lessons to learn in our past lives that carry over to our present lives. Maybe we unconsciously chose to be born into our specific families for reasons that will never be known to us. Maybe the lessons we learn in this life will need to be repeated in the next. Who knows… The Universe works in mysterious ways. So why don’t you just consider the idea that the Reincarnation exist!?

So here is my recommendation list of the best novels on reincarnation that I have checked or read so far. As I am reading more, I will be adding to this list. Some stem from real life experiences while others are just novels that entertain – and they definitely entertain and keep me occupied with reading for hours!

Have You Read Any Of These Novels About Reincarnation?

I believe Reincarnation does exist, however, I can’t prove it scientifically.  What is important to understand is that recalling past lives – real or fiction – benefits people in profound and dramatic ways.

Even if you don’t believe in Reincarnation, if you believe that everything happens for a reason, and have faith in God’s plan for you, do you ever wonder or believe did we pick our parents and families and such, to make sure we learn whatever lessons we need to learn in this current life?

What do you think of Reincarnation? Do you believe that such a thing exist? Think deeply…

Best wishes on your journey!




With the release of book one of the three books of the Professor Stransky’s incredible stories, I realize there are those who have yet to come aboard and read them. I understand some of the reasons people are hesitant or flat out refuse to read them, but I am here to provide a far from comprehensive list of why you should.

These are 10 of my personal favorite reasons why you should read The Legend of The Moonstone.


With powerful stones, alien creatures, and everything mystical, it is easy to let your imagination run wild when reading the Legend of The Moonstone book. You can imagine the characters and settings the way you want to.


When reading the books the first time, you had no idea how everything would tie together in the end, but Meglena Ivanova did. She planted little details in each book that connected the ending. Try and look out for them when you are reading the book and admire how discreet they were when you first read the books.


Professor Stransky shows Intelligence, Daniel shows Honor, Sophia shows Courage, and Kyle shows Loyalty. All are qualities a person should strive to display. The characters in The Legend of The Moonstone all have some quality about them that makes them a great role model.


One of the main themes of The Legend of The Moonstone is to remain courageous no matter what the odds. That is one of the biggest reasons you should read The Legend of The Moonstone; it will inspire you to stand up for what is right, even in the face of adversity.


Through thick and thin, Daniel and Kyle remained the best of friends. It teaches readers that, no matter how bad things get, they put friendship first. Can you think of a better lesson, or a better reason to read The Legend of The Moonstone?


Love Is The Greatest Magic Of All!
One of the main themes of The Legend of The Moonstone is love. The real love people feel in the world – Friends, elders, parents, kids, enemies, everyone.

Daniel and Sophia’s relationship is one incredibly sweet love story. They have been friends ever since the school year started. Slowly, they both realize they see each other as something more than just friends. When Daniel realizes that he is in love with Sophia he’s terrified about their future, about what this all means for him or it will means for her. Sophia fell for him because he is fair, honest open-minded and because he is amazing.

At first they became friends but in the end, they belonged together and that’s all that mattered to them. You just have to dig a little deeper and you will find whether their love be strong enough to survive or won’t be?


Sure, The legend of The Moonstone started out as a children book, but that doesn’t mean that only children or teen can read it. Many of the themes in the books have a darker undertone that is more appropriate for adults, which is another reason to read that fiction story.


Plain and simple, the books tell a great story. It’s epic, especially for a children’s series, but it’s not terribly long. Also the story is fantasy, but it’s easily digestible fantasy. The made up stuff in Meglena Ivanova’s world of magic isn’t all that complicated and it seems almost plausible at times. However, if you’re really interested in this world you can go further in depth. So if you do get caught up in the world or just want to know more about it, there is plenty of info available.


Professor Stransky

Professor Stransky

What’s not to love about a teacher that teaches you something!

Magic, mystical people, mythical beasts, heroes and demons are just some of the things Professor Stransky talks about. Inspired by superstitions and supernatural powers, he is a so good story-teller that the bitterest opponent of fiction is willing to sacrifice a few hours of its everyday life to hear some of the professor’s stories. The stories of the professor are always about ancient times and creatures, by some chance appearing in our everyday life. The way in which the professor narrates, word for word, in each story, there is magic that millions of people want to know about.


The moral of the Professor Stransky’s stories is that nothing should be taken for granted and whether we are in the world of fantasy or reality, we are able to face the fears and daemons of our mind, acts and environment.

The Legend of The Moonstone has all of these amazing characteristics, incredible characters, mystical and mysterious creatures, secret messages, supernatural objects, powerful rituals … and magical relationships! You should read The Legend of The Moonstone, not just for the magic in the book, but because of the magic you feel when you are reading it.

Why would you read The Legend of The Moonstone? Are these some of the reasons you would read The Legend of The Moonstone? What are your favorite things about The Legend of The Moonstone?

„How difficult it is in our century to be an honest man!”



“Nothing inspires such contempt

 to success as the thought of the means

 of its achievement.”

G. Flaubert

It is believed that God created the world in six days and used the last day to create man. He gave man thought, speech and reason. Thousands of years have passed since then and today man exalts and places himself in the center of Earth. But what is a man in our century? An integral part of the created world or just a speck of dust in the Universe – eternal and almost unnoticeable. So what does it matter if every day someone lies, someone pretends, someone has chosen to live as a dishonest person on Earth?

The truth is that man can do anything. He will stop at nothing – neither to nature nor to relatives, friends or employers, or even to the infinite Space and that is because of one goal – greatness. End justifies the means, but at what cost? Now man is possessed by evil thoughts, distorted dreams and false principles. I wonder will man ever stop you seek his own imaginary place of success, happiness, idealism, selfishness? Will man turn back to history, to the world? To look at how his world is collapsing while he lives locked in his understanding of prosperity?…

I ask myself these and many other questions. Probably everyone is looking for answers to their torments – abosuccess conceptut the world, about themselves, about the others … I suppose everyone has some or other painful memories that have made him the man he or she is now, but the truth is, to be honest, be honest to ourselves, to the others, is just as difficult as it is to admit our mistakes, to forgive those we love, to resist the red apple in the forbidden garden or to cross the invisible boundary of decency, of reason, of goodness. Nevertheless, I believe that in the end we all surrender and look at reality in all its force, no matter what it would reveal. Whether we sold our souls, whether we remained true to our principles, whether we found love or whether we succumbed to the glory of malice, to the ugliness of lies and betrayal while we are climbing the ladder of success …

From everything I said here I reached yet another truth. A man is as great as his dreams are great, but these’ dreams’ must have hope, and not striving for greatness at any cost. Yet man can do anything and that is not a lie. Maybe this is even the only truth of our age. And as we go along the broad highway of life, let’s put together the signage of kindness and honesty and follow the rules of safety. We and the world! … The world and we! Here and now, because if a man wants, then he can! It is worth trying so as not to be ashamed of our success and the means by which we have won that success! …

What do you think of that? :) :) :)

Category: Stories by Me

Donkey in a well – 5 simple rules to be happy…

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.</p><br /><br />
<p>He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.</p><br /><br />
<p>A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.</p><br /><br />
<p>As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!</p><br /><br />
<p>MORAL :<br /><br /><br />
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.</p><br /><br />
<p>Remember the five simple rules to be happy:</p><br /><br />
<p>1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.</p><br /><br />
<p>2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.</p><br /><br />
<p>3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.</p><br /><br />
<p>4. Give more.</p><br /><br />
<p>5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.</p><br /><br />
<p>You have two choices... smile and close this page,<br /><br /><br />
or pass this along to someone else to share the lesson .
One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.

You have two choices… smile and close this page, 
or pass this along to someone else to share the lesson.

Category: Moral

All that connects us…


“The sense of life is in the eternal effort to make a difference!”

Emil Zola

There are so many things which we don’t see, can’t touch, can’t explain or can’t prevent, but we still need them. We feel them. We know they exist. We are sure they are here among us and that they connect us no matter whether we want them and need them. Strange, but true, isn’t it? Due to these invisible connections we develop ourselves, become cleverer, enlarge our horizon and make our life more interesting, richer and most of all more significant. And in this way step by step in the course of time we come to the conclusion that it is important to live, in order to think, to experience all that surrounds us, all that happens to us, which makes us more noble and spiritually pure. So when we remove from the ‘life’ equation the things we need in order to exist: such as, air, water, food, climatic and atmospheric conditions, the really significant things remain, things which are inside of us and which connect us with all the rest around us. The things which help us be ourselves. To defend our principles. To fight for our ideas. To live our life sensibly.

The things or connections which feed our souls remain in the way we feel in our touch with other people. The memories related to moments of our life and some acquaintances in these moments. And all that with one sole aim- to feel satisfied with the way we feel when we are with certain people and with the things we do in order to reach the desired internal peace.

And all that to feel more useful. We love someone and we are with them because we feel better, stronger, filled with this invisible energy which defines our choices, directs our hearts and gives us strength to realize those small and big things which fill our every day life. And the most important thing- no one makes us feel this way. No one and at the same time someone because there are not only good things in a relationship, there are also drops, quarrels, which strengthen or weaken our relationships. Quarrels that show both our most beautiful and our worst sides. Words which make us unite our lives in one or continue until we find the special, similar half. And while we polish the edges in our relationship we make progress. We get to know each other. We connect on a higher level. Just like the cells in our body make the individual and the electronic impulses that transmit the messages between them, we travel in and through time, we have numerous meetings, making a line of events and moments which help us realize who we are and to make a difference, to leave a trace behind us. For example through our offspring or through our gift to create.

Artists, writers, musicians, actors, teachers or numberless other professions that embody our skills and realize the connection with the next generation or even with the past, with our ancestors and their beliefs. All they define our progress. They define our position. The lay the basis in order to go forward to achieve something significant in our life. In order to fulfill our dreams or just to have a peaceful and nice evening with friends. And while events enter and leave our life we think about who has helped us, what united us with the so long desired object or close friends or which things around us have contributed to achieving our goals. We just take them for granted, for something ordinary and normal. But we should not forget that some of them can change something in our life or even to change us. They change the world we live in or turn it over, they stop the rotation of the Earth, they light and put out the stars and make new worlds. This is what all these invisible connections can do, the connections that unite us, which help us learn from our mistakes, to judge how we want to feel and which people make us be better, who and what kind of people we want to be present in our life.

Except for these invisible but sensible connections there are other numberless and many things which we can’t see or touch which we can’t describe or explain but we know they exist and connect us such as time, feelings, life, dreams, radio waves, sound or friendship. I know there are many things which could connect us and they do. Today there are many things which manage to fulfill our smallest wishes. To order food or clothes through Internet is not something special anymore. To visit space or

In general everything which connects us is for the reason to leave a trace. To leave even small and insignificant scratch on the white board called LIFE.

Man can live a good life but after all there always comes a moment when they strike a balance of what they have done, of the events in which they took part, of the decisions they made, of the trace they left because without a complete life, without memories which are a indisputable evidence, without goals man would never live ENOUGH

Category: Stories by Me

“The Light in the Ruins” by Chris Bohjalian


Another great book by Chris Bohjalian!

From the New York Times bestselling author of Midwives and The Sandcastle Girls comes a spellbinding novel of love, despair, and revenge—set in war-ravaged Tuscany.

Every book by Chris Bohjalian is totally different, but share great character development and compelling story lines. Anyone who loves a good World War II novel is going to adore this book! Nestled inside this war novel are several stories of love, loyalty and revenge. The Light in the Ruins is historical fiction, very well researched and written.


I normally don’t care for war stories, but this was so much more, romance, mystery, a war story, yes, but with some much more to offer. The only way to describe this book is amazing, touching, gripping. If you’re looking for a book to get lost in this is a MUST READ!

Happy reading! :)




/ “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.

Category: Stories by Me



Before time began…


(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? :) :) :)

Category: Stories by Me

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien


“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? :) :) :)