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I've written this on the Forum many times
but I'll do it again hopefully to help
you understand where I come from:
" I come from a tribe of nature worshippers,
pantheists, believers in faeries, forest sprites,
and wood nymphs. Who heard devils in their
windmills, met them in the woods, cloven-hoofed
and dapper gentlemen of the night.
Who named the god of thunder, who praised and
glorified bread, dark rye waving waist-high out of
the earth, and held it sacred, wasting not a crumb.
Who spent afternoons mushrooming in forests of pine,
fir, and birch. Who transformed Jesus from his wooden
cross, transformed him into a wood-carved, worrying
peasant, raised him on a wooden pole above the
crossroads where he sat with infinite patience in rain
and snow, wooden legs apart, wooden elbows on wooden
knees, wooden chin in wooden hand, worrying and sorrowing
for the world...
These people who named their sons and daughters after amber,
rue, fir tree, dawn, storm, are the only people I know
who have a diminutive form for God Himself, "Dievulis," -
"God-my-little-buddy."
Any wonder I catch myself speaking to trees, flowers, bushes -
these eucalyptus so far from Northern Europe. Or that I bend
down to the earth, gather pubbles, acorns, leaves, boles,
bring them home, enshrine them on mantelpieces or above
porcelain fixtures in corners, any wonder I grow nervous
in rooms and must step outside and touch a tree, or sink
my toes in the dirt, or watch the birds fly by..."
(A. Zolynas. LITUANUS - Lithuanian Quarterly Journal of
Arts and Sciences. v.49. No. Summer 2003).
I hold the conviction that the heart, not the brain,
is the light of the world. The mind goes insane
without the guidance of the heart. The intellect for me
must bow to the spiritual impulse. Hatred is the cancer
that threatens the survival of the species. The only
antidote is spiritual. That is the hope for mankind.