On the road connecting the small town of Vaihingen to Leinfelden, on the bridge crossing the highway, I encountered a mysterious man whose care for his loved one inspired me. Before I amaze you, let me share the reason why I often come to this bridge.
It is enough to implant a good idea in the hearts of those you love, so that, after the rebellion of youth, they will recognize the truth and have a root to return to. These are parental treasures, given to the descendants by conscientious parents.
If you give me money, a status, or a house, but destroy my inner peace, your love is not a blessing, but a curse. Just as watering an artificial flower consumes the water, so is love wasted on superficial people.
On Earth, you find peace by thinking that life is short and the ordeal will end. If you have been an honest and good person, you will leave content knowing you have assimilated the teachings destined for you and contributed.
Throughout the known history of humankind, there has never been an artist who did not love music. Music moves the human soul’s strings and elevates it to spiritual heights that reveal hidden realities. The high notes refine it, while the low ones provide a solid foundation to return to.
Do not hide your weaknesses, but face them, for they will lead you to your own downfall. By returning to the present, you will free yourself from all imaginary problems and develop a mature thinking. You have too many real responsibilities to get lost in endless conflict scenarios.
The insects we crush, whether by accident or intentionally, are released from their limited existence and assigned to a higher realm of creation. Many of them are reborn as more complex beings, merging with other parts of souls, and begin their journey. If such insignificant creatures are given this attention, how much more are we, beautiful and complex beings, loved by the divine?
