Sometimes I find myself trying to understand everything: I write down, I store in memory, investigate, I debate, disagree, agree, I look at sides, I’m ironic, I wonder, I doubt and I get ready myself to knowledge. However, how to understand the song of a thrush bird? Or how to understand an affectionate lick of voracious lioness in her lion cubs injury? It is… Some things are not meant to understand, but simply love them. I think such crazy thing about God that I think He lives laughing at me, like a father who laughs at the antics of his children. I have the slight impression that my God is not different from yours, because usually our gods are reflections of our mirrors. For example, I love gardens and I see God as a gardener. There are those who like revenge, what is their God? I think that’s why there are religions: to house many gods (or to cage some human beings)….♥