The candle flickers, the moon shines through the skylight on the table in front of me. It lits the halfempty bottle of wine.
The glas in my hand has formed its shape to the shape of my hand over the years or is the other way round? (I decide not to figure that mystery out right now)
The wine tastes sweet. The light of the laptop distracts me from this moment. And I shut the cover....

For a second I wish I had never finished the book "Time Enough For Love" because all I want to do right now is to get lost in the world of romance, love and beauty of which Robert A. Heinlein can speak so truthfully.

The simple truth about those complex dilemma's attracts me. Once I think about it I realise that somewhere, somehow I have lived a thousand years aswell. In my mind, in my experiences and all I can do is to raise my glass to the burning candle because no one else is around to share this moment with me. (and I have to smile because of the symbolism of this situation)

We are nothing more than what we experience!