‘I want to see the World.’
You spoke softly.
‘ I want to see what is it like. Please, show it to me!’
I replied quietly.
I told you that not everyone yet stands ready to meet the World, but You persistently stated that You are ready and want to see finally. Then, I sang the tale of the World who was a Person. A kind of someone whose sight is hard to collect.
After that, you continued pleading and asking me continuously to show you the World.
By a tender gesture of my hands, I invited you to look in front of yourself.
Then, you saw the Man.
All of Earth’s nationalities were integrated within the Man’s body. The skin was black, white, yellow, and grey. The eyes were glittering in all shades of colors.
The Man who stood in front of you smiled as you could only respond with a grim stare.
First, you have noticed your own smile, then your parents. Your Father’s. Your Mother’s. Familiar and unfamiliar smiles exchanged themselves upon the person’s face. You have noticed that the Man smiled and cried at the very same time. From its eyes, swift, tiny, and crocodile-tears poured down. The hair was long, short and its bald head was shining holding all the shades of tones.
The hand reached towards you, the palm was strong and weak, rough and silky, small and soft, long-fingered, and wrinkled.
All of a sudden the Person began to speak telling you to step forward and touch the hand which was in front of you in midair. The voice echoed around your eardrums while changing its tone in every split second.
You have stepped forward and reached out for the hand.
Only then, You have merely just realized that your fingertips collided with a cold and straight surface.
You were standing in front of a mirror.
‘This Person is the World.’
I have said quietly.
