“One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person,
perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia
the author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head,
directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions
binding together people, citizens of distant epochs who never knew one another.
Books break the shackles of time.”
Life and the Universe have a funny way of bringing us to the exact people,
places, circumstances, and messages that our souls are calling for at the right
time. What appears as an accident in our lives is not always what it seems.
Nothing happens by chance, and there are no coincidences. We begin to understand
that there’s a reason for the way our life is unfolding even though it may not
always be immediately apparent.
A monk was meditating in the desert when a beggar came up to him and said:
“I need to eat”.
The monk – who was almost reaching the point of perfect harmony with the spiritual world – did not answer.
“I need to eat”, insisted the beggar.
“Go to the town and ask someone else. Can’t you see that you are bothering me? I am trying to communicate with the angels”.
“God placed himself lower than men, washed their feet, gave His life, and no-one
recognized Him”, the beggar replied. “He who says he loves God –
who does not see – and forgets his brother – – – is lying”.
And the beggar turned into an angel.
“What a pity, you almost made it”, he remarked before leaving.