Questions I pondered upon while watching the sky on a starry night:

Do we have dreams while in the womb, and if so, I wonder, what was my first dream about? What was yours?

Do we have memories after death, and if so, I wonder, what will my first memory be about? What will be yours?

Please tell me how you feel when facing these questions and what your answers evoke. Is it your curiosity, or is it your experience, your doubt, or your hopes?

Come round, comrades.

Join me in a toast

Friends, and brothers, neighbours, compatriots

We must honour the woman

That accompanies us through

Throughout our lives, my friends

Since in a democracy, we, the people, consent to nothing but to impose our will while, in truth, we, the people, consent to all and impose nothing, we, the people, must consent that democracy is a paradox.

You can find the elusive inspiration for your book or poem in any possible or impossible situation. Let your imagination go wild, but in such a way that fiction blends faintly with reality.

Here is an example:

Today, I went to a Funeral Home for a ceremony in memory of a long-time friend.

Never ignore the stone you stumble over.

Under it hides a treasure.

I encourage you to discover it.

The stone you stumble over can be a bad decision, a problem, a challenge, or a failure. In all and each one, there is a precious lesson, an experience, and a real treasure that will help you greatly in your next steps. Go back and study them, analyze them thoroughly, what went wrong, what did I do wrong, what happened, and then, you will have the solution, and next time, you won’t fail. So, never ignore those circumstances because they may become valuable teachings that can lead you to success.

All answers to man's questions lay in man's history. Thus, we must study history  ⸺ we can't study the future  ⸺ to exit the labyrinth and cease the paradox created by knowledge.

And so today my friends, I will discuss the paradox of knowledge.

The paradox of knowledge is a fascinating concept that reveals the inherent contradictions in our pursuit of knowledge.

Have you ever felt as though your existence is akin to the plot of a novel, each twist and turn orchestrated by some unseen hand? The highs and lows, the moments of serendipity and despair, all seemingly penned by a ghostly author with a penchant for drama.

Do you live like you are following a script someone else wrote long before you were born?

Is your life like that of a fictional character? If so, do you know who is writing your life story, if it is not you?

Cornerstone of a Better World

 If you feel like expanding your love

To reach humanity

Look yourself in the mirror first.

No! It’s not wrong to love yourself

If you don’t become too narcissistic

Who then may evolve into a threat

A threat to yourself and others.

So, if you learn to control your tongue

Your tongue and your ambition

It’s good to feel your worth

Your strength

Because everything starts with you

Flows through you, and ends in you

But remember, the waves of who you are

Impact others as well.

You may not know it yet

But you are

You are the cornerstone of a better world.

I know. I know it’s not your favourite subject, but it’s part of life, so we shouldn’t refuse to talk about this or hear about it.

So, here I am.

What would my family say during my funeral? I say what they would say, not what I hope they will say.

Should I compare the work of man

To what?

Since their beginning?

What is closer to humanity

Man, woman, or both?

Dust or stardust

Since their beginning

In this world?

It had dinned into us that each one is master of their destiny.

Also, we will know who our friends are when we are in disgrace.

A disgrace, however, has many causes.

Sometimes, despite all well-intentioned advice, despite all signals, we are the promoters of our fall.

We may all have heard the proverbial “I told you so,” but we also know that it has never been, or is not, enough.

We came out of the Garden of Eden naked, according to certain beliefs.

And so, we are born empty.

Then we fill ourselves, and in the process, we fill the environment, the Earth.

We fill the Earth with our presence, with our domination.

So, empty, we came out of God, naked, like babies out of the womb.

Where did we come from?

We don’t know

Where were we before birth?

We don’t know

What do we know?

We know that life dressed us with a body

With a heart, a mind, a spirit

Skin, blood, muscle, and bones

A constantly changing body

A constantly changing soul

Flowers, with their colours, shapes, and scents

Convey messages of love, sorrow, joy, or pain.

So, as every flower has a colour, I suggest

That every word should have a colour as well

A colour for the shape they describe

A colour for the message they deliver

Perceived by the moral

Of human nature

Sicknesses and wars are alike

How could Human Resources spot bad attitudes during the selection process?

A worm at the core may rot the entire apple. Similarly, an employee with a bad attitude may ruin your business.

(Caveat: ensure your leader fills your heart with love, not hate).

On Christmas, Hanukkah, or other celebrations, but most importantly year round, never forget the seven virtues: Hope, Faith, Justice, Charity, Patience, Kindness and Temperance.

Which virtue do you practice more frequently?

I've arrived at this Age

The inevitable stage of conclusion

The end

Of the seasons of my Life.

Both the Devil and God hold me

In the palm of their hands

As if they were both weighing me

Hesitant about what to do with me

With my Soul

Progress, what is it?

Growth or development, continuous improvement. We found this definition in most dictionaries.

Still, we must be conscious of where we were yesterday and where we are today. Is it better today than yesterday, or are we stuck going nowhere? If our present shows that we're better than yesterday, then we can feel free to envision our future.