… I can to do this … I can … and lots of pictures have appeared.
This is what I started from
All above sound indeed grand, but sometimes a crash-landing interrupts the nice boasting and so rescues us from us ourselves.
That’s not a theory, but my diary.
My experience of disability limitations has turned into my power to see and be grateful.
As a sunbeam goes through a prism, it splits and just one creates the whole bouquet of the colors.
However, the knowledge of how the spectrum of our colors is produced didn’t make the rainbow. Our mind helps a little in discerning the eternal whiteness in what looks as a total night. The wisest musings are of no help here. What we need to survive is the heart that hasn’t any authority in our daily affairs but guards us from the heaven’s falling down on us.