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Who Is He?

"I do most things out of love and others out of kindness. Both are interchangeable, but one is more from the heart than the other."

"And you're telling me this because...?"

"Because he might want you to know my intentions."

"Who is this 'he' you always talk about?"

"Hm, well... That's a tough question."

"Well, you talk about him enough. Surely you could say something about him."

"Okay. Here goes nothing ... Sometimes... I wonder if he was born on the day the first world war began. On other days, he has been here longer than the tides of the oceans. Swaying back and forth easily with no end before changing into a rushing, furious storm, he is very unpredictable. Kind of like the changing of soft, sunny breeze, into a raging storm.
His voice is so unfathomable that it can only be described as unearthly. But his words, each and everyone, holds so much meaning and so much truth, that the depths of his voice could only come from wisdom itself. The emotion each word holds is so astonishing that it takes away my breath just to hear him speak. It is the only voice that has made me smile since I was little.
His eyes are so old, so ancient, that his soul shows through like silk kept among the moths. Still beautiful.. Still wonderful..."

"That's all well and good, but who IS he? This man that you always talk about? How can you talk about him like you love him? Who IS HE? Why do you like him so much?"

"Well, it's like the earth an how it revolves around the sun. So simple, so smooth, so elegant...We can't even feel it, and the earth is rotating right now."

"Okay... Bu-"

"Remember when you were a kid? When they first told you that the earth was moving, let alone spinning! And you couldn't quite comprehend it, because no matter where you looked, everything was standing so still. Everything should be flying all over the place! Nothing should be still, at all."

"Yeah, and your poin-"

"He feels it. You know? Every little move of the earth, the planets, the flickering fire as flares shoot from the stars above, he can feel it. He can see it. This planet alone is hurtling sixty-seven thousand miles an hour through space, and he can feel it! Every movement. Every breath of every living thing. Every-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"But do you really? Seriously? We are all clinging to the earth by the skin of our teeth... And if we let go... Think of him as the earth; we cling to him. And, if we let go... That's who he is."

"I still don't know! Why can't you just tell me! You know I hate riddles!"

"Have you ever felt alone?"

"Yeah, who hasn't?"

"And, then for a moment, it just seems to go away."

"Yeah, every now and then. What does this have to do with anything?"

"One who is full loathes the honey from the comb, but to the hungry, even what is bitter tastes sweet."


"Sarcastic remarks are rude."

"So is speaking only in riddles!"

"Until next time..."

"Hey! Dang it! She left... Who is this guy that she always talks about..."