Perhaps It Took A Stranger To Make

One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.

I Remember A Time When It Was Ok To Make Fun Of Politicians And Powerful People. Now, It's Not Ok Anymore. We've Forgotten How To Laugh.

Perhaps This Is Why Lunatics Have A Harder Time Dating, Not Because They Are Off The Wall But Because It Is Hard To Find Soemone Who Is Willing To Date So Many People In One Person.

I Would Like The Refugee Crisis To Become A New Beginning In The Turkish-european Relationship. But It Would Be Very Problematic If, During This Process, Human Rights Were Forgotten. Democracy Needs To Be The Priority.

Isn't Connecting People To Distant Lands And Culture One Of The Strengths Of Good Literature?