harbin

Before or after Berkeley, Uncle Frank gave an interview, and explained that, when a lad, he once guessed all the cards of a game for a young girl, and doing so, once in his lifetime, made the experience of some magic, apparently some divination. From this moment on, we can read in his works, the presence of auspice and reading.
How do we look at the world, do we often take a glance to the stars, the supernovae, exoplanets ? Are we still men, able to feel the meaning of life? Friends are people who hurt you, because friends are true and want you to become another man than the one you are with your leakages. A friend of mine, who likes to read my notes, never forgets to let me share his feelings, his thoughts about what I'm writing. I thank him. Where does he seat? I don't know. Why doesn't we eat together? I don't know either. But, the more he writes me, the more I love him. What love is that? Agape , it is. Not that he wants me to be converted to his views, but just makes me think of his views, and grants me the access to a larger part of the human sight. And for this help, I owe him more than he can guess. Next, he'll keep on providing me his booknotes. And I'll keep on waiting for the titles of the books he's chosen for me. Let's call him Umberto, because it's a nice first name for such a maze master.