There was no writing, but it was there.
The wheel had not been invented, but it was in place.
The world was not created, but it was contracting and relaxing.
While man was still in heaven, he was with him and everything in him was about virtues such as affection, love, loyalty, goodness, gratitude, praise, friendship...
If Ata Adam had not listened to her voice and tried to satisfy his desire, perhaps his path would never have evolved into repentance, regrets and hopes on earth; Its surroundings would never be surrounded by contractions and expansions, purifications and pollutions, fires and freezings.
Now?
Love and hate, good and evil, happiness and sorrow, faith and denial... These make people feel that they are human. Sometimes it's light, sometimes it's dark; Sometimes the seeing eye or the hearing ear... Each contraction and expansion of the chest cage in harmony rapidly changes us from within and transforms us from state to state.
Bud-dub… bud-dub… bud-dub…
Even the inversion in his voice coincides with his name: “Turning something from one direction to another; transition from color to color, indecision, constant transformation and change = HEART.”
Anything about the heart...
From the ever competent pen of İskender Pala