Over eighty years have gone under the bridge. The leaf that floated once is increasing in its rapidity and is looking at a bright horizon. While many faceless visitors have visited this site, I feel blessed as there are so many Facebook friends and each one is held dearly. their inputs are amazing, gratifying, instructional, spiritual. While some want to write a book, others point out to the truly amazing world we live in. Despite all the years, the ensuing days are still nothing but miraculous, thus making our journey even more interesting and full of wonder.
The year 1932 pales in its importance as we set our sites on 2015 and beyond. The site is truly amazing, and unfathomable. Only our progeny will see the great achievements of the future. Poverty will be something that will never be heard of. Man will be traveling in space, while communications and movements will be instantaneous.
Like the Chrysalis, nondescript, almost ugly, hanging on a dry branch of a tree, suddenly emerges as a beautiful butterfly of many colors, the colors that only nature can paint, so also, a vista opens for MAN and his future, a vista that can be beautiful and powerful, but only left to ones imagination at the moment.
I saw an injured bird by the seashore, same as I had seen a limping sheep that was hit by a car, and my heart goes out to them, yet I am as guilty as the nonchalance attitudes that people have to these animals. We do not realise that we are animals of the same making. I often think that kindness and enmity, cruelty and its opposite are just two sides of a coin. God, the maker of the universe, where is he for the sheep that was injured, or the fish that is at the end of a hook, or the hunted deer whom the lion is about to devour.
You have to postulate a God that is good and kind, but also the one that sees the end of the world for the animal concerned, although it is hard to see where he had gone to fault. The questions are hard and impossible to find an answer to. Each one of us postulates his own way of explaining or even justifying things. That is the only way we can live, and even die without the answers to all sorts of questions.