Existence

The state of mind is unknown and strange. It occupies our spirit and directs with our senses. It interprets the visualizations we receive from the outer world. But what is its capacity? Till where can we go? Can we exceed the ultimate knowledge of the life and universe? Hopes, hopesÐ'... People are curious creatures. Their curiosity doesn't have limit, but their ability has. Who are we? Where do we go? What is our aim? What is the life, love, happiness, joyÐ'...? Questions rising from everywhere, but do have the answers?

Sooner or later we will all learn that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end, some questions will never be answered. The human as an intellectual, sensible and thoughtful being gives the best of it, but is it enough? And as the time is passing by, some answers are gotten, more questions have been raised. The knowledge of the world is increasing, but with more of it we are able to discover more and more, to suspect about every little thing that completes our surrounding.

The only thigh we can do is try to live our lives as better as we can, trying to illuminate our destinies. But always there will be a time when once in a while every one of us will put his hand in his pocket, and will sense the smooth surface of the stone which stays there for a long time. Every one of us will take it out; will place it in front of him to remind him that there is a raw material that waits to be warmed up and a perfect figure to be made from it. A figure that will represent our life. But the tool is our knowledge, and the trust in success stimulates us. Because integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful. Gaining knowledge is one of the many steps that lead us to life and humanity.

The only key is not to lose hope or act as pessimists because the reaction will never yield without optimism. And the state of mind we seek has wild places in it, a twisted orchid of which heavy white leaves fall on the grass, a chance for snake or two to appear, a road covered with flowers planted by sense. If we knew all the answers none of us would be what today is. And the weight that we carry with ourselves reminds us, that there is a life to be lived and that nothing is perfect, nor are we.