„I want to see the World.“ You have said.„ I want to see what is it like. Please, show it to me!“
I spoke quietly. I told you that for the World, not everyone is ready, but You persistently stated that You are ready and want to see, finally.
Then, I have told you, that the World is a Person. A kind of person, whose sight is hard to take in.
After that you still pleaded and asked me continuously to show you the World.
I have told you to look in front of yourself.
Then, you saw the Man.
All of Earth’s nationalities were blended together in the Man’s body. The skin was black, white, yellow and grey. The eyes were glittering in all shades of colours. The Man who stood in front of you, smiled as you could only just stare at it.
First, you have seen your own smile, then your parent’s. Your Father’s. Your Mother’s. Familiar and unfamiliar smiles exchanged themselves on the person’s face.
The Man smiled and cried at the same time. From its eyes swift, tiny and round tears poured down.
The hair was long, short and the bald head was shining and held all the shades of colours.
The hand reached towards you, the palm was strong and weak, rough and silky, small and soft, long-fingered and wrinkled.
The Person told you to step forward and touch the hand which was in front of you in midair.
You have stepped forward and reached out for the hand.
Only then, You have just realized that your hands are touching a cold and straight surface.
You were standing in front of a mirror.
„This Person is the World.“ I have said quietly.
