We have no word for ‘nation’ in our language.
The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.