“And then, his house which will it be? A man’s home is the place where he feels that he truly belongs”
This is what Tudor wrote, in today’s article. He loves his house, his childhood “nest”, the family which safeguards him… the country he lives, the Earth he inhabits.
When he dreams of travelling to another planets, I don’t know why, but my thought flies to Saint-Exupery and his Little Prince, which had a star that, no matter how small it was, he loved it, because it was his home, his country, his mystery….
God made so wonderful the visible things, but the unseen ones, His Kingdom, to wchich he climb slowly, hanging by every word He speaks with the fingers of faith, dazzled, hesistating, but most important, loving, this will be our eternal home, our hapyness, our peace.
As I read Vişan Miu Tudor’s “Blue Marble”, I madly missed my father…. because the home a human being must fell that he belongs isn’t the earth, but the place He prepared for him.
Introduction by Răsvan Cristian Stoica