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The Man who bought the Stars

Earth was made by God in the third day of His creation and also He gave it a name: “And God called the dry land Earth….”, and from its dust, He made man, “the Lord God formed man out of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became         a living soul”, and in earth he was fated to return, “for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return”, after God doomed him because of eating an apple from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, for “cursed is the ground for thy sake” and then he banished him from the Garden of Eden, to “work the earth from which he was taken”. 

In the most tragic book ever written, Iov, the wise and opressed, the one who wanted to excuse himself in face of God, said: “Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked shall I turn back in the breast of the earth”. 

And, as an irony of fate, a strange gnosis called Kabbalah created the wierdest myth, the most bizarre legend: the golem, through which the one who possess the name of God, the one who reaches the Tetragramaton, Yehovah’s name of four letters, and pronounces it corectly, can create from earth a golem, a man. 

Vişan Miu Theodor situates earth, somewhere, between God and heresy. Looking through the eyes of the contemporary world, his meditation of today has the value of tomorrow. Read below the reverence of love he made to the Father, called Him his Celestial Parent. 

Introduction by Răsvan Cristian Stoica.

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The Blue Marble

“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
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