Preface

The mental mood of a man in a given moment of time
The honey bees of sentiments try to place their products in the beehives of spiritual needs of human-being, in the hope of reducing the bitterness in their lives and sweeten their palates. Studying the life of honey bees discloses their unrivaled discipline and their ceaseless endeavor for living, producing and presence. It is the manifestation of a wide-ranging and all-encapsulating activity by a bunch of small beings within an atmosphere polluted by the quarrelsome and sometimes ill-fated and dangerous ideas of humans who uselessly try to impose themselves on earth, air, waters and waves. The invisible, harmonized, expansive and continuous endeavors of other living creatures, sheds an astonishing color on the yellow face of those who live with a minimal amount of food for thought.
The days of life bears the loveless and gray impact of its bewildering inhabitants under the ruthless stampede of the time, repeating a simple question: “Why so much indifference and unkindness?” It is as if the time is for being scattered rather than flying, or for stoppage inside the dark tunnels of time rather than in the fields of being and living. It is as if the time is to live inside ones self and growing out.
Being is a bundle of energy within the workshop of creation. It is a present from the creator to the human society, in different times and places. Is this bundle going to reach its pre-destined destination? Will have its function at that time in history? Or is it going to be exploded while travelling on its milky ways towards earth and its inhabitance, getting misused? The answer is not clear. Are the particles of rationality, aimed for the clean earth and the warmth of its human hearts, going to collide with a mountain of ignorance due to an unsuitable angle of approach, or get swallowed by the lagoon of kindles wondering unawareness? No one knows. The point is that we should use whatever if left intact from the existence, spirit, thinking, engagement, and love of humans in the geography of the realities of life, is the best possible way. Perhaps it would beneficial to learn from the honey bees and toiling ants. Perhaps the best use of human ear is to listen to the crying of hungry children left aloof and frightened in the streets filled with loneliness, iron scarps and blood. Perhaps one should be patient and, instead of creating a major problem out of differences and turning them into antagonistic elements, and add to his/her and society’s knowledge, refuting all negatives, hostile encounters and grievances, in whatever shape or form they are.
Perhaps we have to trash our olden cells of our brain in the trash-bins of selfishness city and run from there, only to reside in the village of sincerity and borrow a few young cell of modern thoughts, creative, pure and immaculate cells from intelligent, courageous and straightforward children of the ally of tomorrow and, in the hope of new growth, plant them ob the closed cloister of our head, giving it the needed light and food and becoming either young again or adhere to whatever the younger generation is saying.
Perhaps we should shed the cells of our old brain in the dustbins of the city of selfishness and escape from that place. Perhaps we should throw the olden thoughts in the fireplace of frankness, like getting rid of dust-ridden weapons. Then the ashes should be poured on the gardens of memories to nourish the life-giving plants and flowers. They should be used as food, or even fertilizers, to facilitate the growth and maturity of human consciousness. Perhaps, instead of indulging in philosophical discourses about from where we have come to which destination we are travelling, we should kindly and humbly accept that we do not know the answers to such questions. Nevertheless, due to our inescapable exit, we should realize that we are standing between two non-returnable extremes, review our positive endeavors and what else we should do.
As time passes, I realize that I know less. But whatever I know have a especial purity and transparency. At this very moment, the message is this: I have to make a heart happy today, I have to plant a kiss on a cheek, I have to invite light, love and hope as my guest or become a guest of theirs. I have to attend to the needs of the needy and try my best to cater for their wishes. I do not know about tomorrow; what about you?