I was reading the writings of my dear lovely friend Arij ... and i was meditating: “There is a beauty in being empty ... In being unfound ... In being lost ... Being in illusion ... But we have silly demands ... And fancy dreams ...

      I've once spoke at a coffee with a lady ... which really loved her husband. She adored him ... and more we were speaking, more i was understanding that she wanted to be with him ... till the rest of their lives. But ... suddenly she asks me a weird question ..