Book: Air

I love life, like a bird loves the air, dissected her light wings. I love life, like a flower loves the sun a drop of dew, rain spray, and their own fragrant flower Cup. I love life, as the one you love, torment, but love, love. And in the course of life, which knew the greatest difficulties I have experienced ultimate pain, physical and mental, but never did I stop loving life, and feel it as something deep, beautiful and designed. And death was close to me a few times in my life, but she was only touching me and no touching.

In a long year when I'm lying in bed already did not hope that I will one day come, I learned from the early morning chirping of sparrows outside the window, and from the rays of moonlight passing through the window in my room, and all the steps, reaching to my ears, a great tale of life, understand the Holy sanctity of life. And when at last I stood up, my soul became free like the wind in the field, one no longer had power over her, in addition to creativity, and creativity has blossomed riotous color.

Let's not argue with each other, and we listen to each other. It is much more interesting. We learn a lot of new faces or at least one new face in this polyhedron, called a soul.