Inky is the color of ink: as thick and as fat as dark red.
Red is the color of wait: as long and as wrong as headstrong.
White is the color of light: it can make red bread.
But only bread is not enough: you need wine to make black white.
Or maybe you’d like to stay where bread is red and dark is fat?
Then you can leave this inky site and go to where you like.
It’s up to you: you’re free to do what you like or log into
What seems to be an absurd rhyme, but makes you shine as bright as light.

Lil
20/04/2014

Author

My name is Ekaterina (Katya for short) Abadjieva and I come from and live in Bulgaria. I am divorced and I have two children ‒ a daughter and a son. I had a sick daughter who died when she was a baby. I work as an English-Bulgarian teacher and translator and I have been doing this for more than 30 years. I love both my jobs. Working with people is harder but character-building and perfecting. Working with languages is challenging but giving me a lot of pleasure and helping me to achieve what I lack the most ‒ communication with people.

I think that people are the dearest thing and friends are the greatest treasure that we can have. Time and efforts spent in dealing with them are time and efforts spent in the most productive way. It can be joyful and it can be painful, but it is worth it. All things exert influence over us but people’s influence is the most powerful one ‒ except God’s.

I believe that the world was created and is not a result of pure chance. It is too complex to be so. It was created by someone who knew how to do it. If I want to make something, I will first think about how to do it and then I will start making it. I believe the Maker of the world conceived the idea in His mind and made it out of what He is. None of us can do that. We all make things out of what is already here using our capabilities that are already here.

We are endowed with many capabilities and enormous power to do great things, but we are not absolute masters of our fate. We are born without having any say in the matter and we become sick without wanting it or die without being able to do anything in order to change it.

Death is our main problem, but it is not the only one. Our life is full of problems: misunderstanding, pain, disease, uncertainty, abuse, disaster and many others. We don’t want them. But almost all of us would rather bear with them and live forever than die. What happens after death and does anything happen at all? If it does, how can we know it? One way to know it is if we experience it or if someone who has experienced it tells us about it. In both cases, however, we must be certain of the authenticity of the experience and know for sure that it has been real.

And this brings about the second great problem of our life ‒ falsehood.

If am walking through an arid area and I become thirsty, and if I meet someone who tells me that there is a well of water ten kilometers away, but this is not true, I will certainly die if I continue walking in that direction. I would live if only he is telling me the truth. How can I find this out? The surest way to find this out is to foretaste it. If this person is carrying a vessel with the water from the well and gives me to drink from it or if he tells me of places on the way where I can drink and satisfy some of my thirst, then I can be sure that he is telling me the truth. If he isn’t, he won’t give me anything or he will give me something that won’t have the same effect. The very fact of my giving you this example and being able to distinguish between true and false proves that this can be done and speaks of hope. (If I am incapable of distinguishing between true and false to the extent that I perceive false as true, I will die for certain.)

How can we distinguish rightly between true and false? By tasting what is offered us and observing the effects. To be honest, I think that this is what we do all our lives: We “eat” and “drink” to fill not only our empty stomachs, but also our empty souls having to distinguish between true and false all the time and showing our preference for either of them by liking what we taste and becoming like it. For as food and drink are digested by our bodies making them such as they are, so does our choice between true and false end up by making our inner beings what they are. And the final result is that we become more or less able to distinguish between them.