Perhaps Love Makes Us Grow Old Before

If A Man We Don't Know Phones Us Up One Day And Talks A Little, Makes No Suggestions, Says Nothing Special, But Nevertheless Pays Us The Kind Of Attention We Rarely Receive, We're Quite Capable Of Going To Bed With Him That Night, Feeling Relatively In Love. That's What We Women Are Like, And There's Nothing Wrong With That - It's The Nature Of The Female To Open Herself To Love Easily.

We Are Entering A New World In Which We Can Choose To Follow Our Own Steps, Not Those That Society Forces Us To Take.

Mari Remembered What She Had Read In The Young Girl's Eyes The Moment She Had Come Into The Refectory: Fear. Fear. Veronika Might Feel Insecurity, Shyness, Shame, Constraint, But Why Fear? That Was Only Justifiable When Confronted By A Real Threat: Ferocious Animals, Armed Attackers, Earthquakes, But Not A Group Of People Gathered Together In A Refectory. But Human Beings Are Like That,' She Thought. 'we've Replaced Nearly All Our Emotions With Fear.

Because When Everyone Dreams, But Only A Few Realize Their Dreams, That Makes Cowards Of Us All.

We Are Afraid Of Losing What We Have, Whether It's Our Life Or Our Possessions And Property. But This Fear Evaporates When We Understand That Our Life Stories And The History Of The World Were Written By The Same Hand.