Thoughts for food

Frank Mc Court died a millionaire.

He was one of the rare few who could make a living by the pen.

Billion of people have been living in poverty, but only a handful could paint a readable picture of poverty for mass consumption.

The rest are still too busy looking in the dumpsters for “other man’s trash is my treasure” to tell us about their experience.

So were war survivors. Many simply wouldn’t open up, much less penning “the things we carried”.

Yet humanity can benefit from one another. We possess this gift called “empathy”.

And with it, we can cry when seeing a moving flick, or dance with our feet when a music piece resonates in us the first time we heard it (Starry starry night…..)

Passion or practicality? on CNN, we found that Quincy Jones piece on Moon Landing was actually played on t he moon 40 years ago.  I am sure the moon itself has inspired many generations of artists to compose and sing its praise.

It’s only fitting that when man lands on the moon, he plays some sort of music to serenade the most romantic entity of the galaxy. Romancing the moon. Being in love. Loving someone. Can’t help putting his/her image out of one’s mind.

The more you push it out, the stronger it gets. Gotcha! Romance doesn’t belong to just one class of Southern Governor.

I am glad the poor can also love, for love and empathy are gifts which belong to everyone.

While only a few will rise out of poverty by the force of their penmanship, all can love with their beating hearts even when they go hungry at night. “starry starry night….”

In fact, it’s the people in dire circumstances who are more inclined to help their fellow suffering neighbors.

Frank Mc Court’s Angela Ashes touched on some of that theme. But Ann Frank’s testifies much more on compassion.