A Time For Everything

Eleven Minutes. Another beautifully written book. Already I'm starting to fall in love with this author. 

In Veronika decides to die, he helped reader understand sanity  by exploring madness. And he talks about death, but really to help us see what living meant. 

In eleven minutes he discussed sacred sex by revealing why people see it as a profanity. A sensitive subject so delicately dealt with. 

Sex is not about conquering the body, it is about redeeming the soul. 

In it all, the book touches my soul with this poem, which in many stages of my life it popped up in one form or another, each time rendering it with new interpretation.

"A time for everything"

It's a passage from the bible which I remembered bumping across when I was still a student, understanding nothing of it, they were merely words stringed together in some coherent fashion, but it hasn't spoken to the soul. 

And then it started to leave its traces when I was in NIE, understanding that sometimes we plunge ourselves into an endeavour, one seeks not the length it lasts. But the goodness that comes along. Such thought calmed me a lot. Because I started to understand in many things we do, our yearning to possess, would ultimately leave us afraid of losing it. And, we lost the essence it happened in the first place. A time for everything. 不眷恋，也不强求。Just quietly appreciate its beauty. (Oh and it was Soda's Green 你在烦恼什么）that inspired my self searching journey.

And this time, the poem appeared in Eleven minutes. It hit hard on my soul. Everything exists in relativity. If one does not understand winter, one does not see the beauty of spring. If one does not understand darkness one does not see the hope that light brings. The list just goes on and on... And when we see that everything that will be will be, there we experience inner peace. Or so I feel. 

In any case, I am more and more convicted that a good piece of work deals with two enduring themes: love and goodness. And if anything has to turn ugly, it shouldn't just end there.For "presenting evils is to dispel evil." This I agreed with Stan Lai. Dispelling evils is the core.

A good read from an author which transcends profanity to present love and goodness. 

"Ah, when to the heart of man 

Was it ever less than a treason 

To go with the drift of things, 

To yield with a grace to reason 

And bow and accept the end 

Of a love or a season." 

- Reluctance, Robert Frost