YOUNG AND BEAUTY

The beauty belongs to a young age, but the youth for which the world is created is nothing more than a sweet dream that is blinded by blindness that dispels consciousness. Will that day come, when the wise men unite the sweetness of youth and the enjoyment of knowledge? For each is empty only by being alone.

Will that day come when nature becomes a teacher who teaches humanity, and humanity becomes a reading book. Whereas life is a daily school? The desire of youth for pleasures is less demanding for responsibility-only to be fulfilled when the dawn has cleared the darkness of the day.

Many men are immersed in the preoccupation of the days of a dead and frozen youth; many women regretted and condemned their useless years like the roar of a lioness who lost a child; And many young men and women who use their hearts simply as a means of digging the bitter memories of the future, wound themselves through ignorance with sharp and poisonous arrows because of the loss of happiness.

Old age is the surface of the earth's crust; he must, by light and truth, give warmth to the seeds of youth that lie beneath them, protect and fulfill their needs until Nisan comes and perfects the life of a growing youth with a new resurrection. We walk too slowly toward spiritual awakening, and the journey is as infinite as space, as an understanding of the beauty of manifestation through the love and love of that beauty.