There are some people who could never read the secret note that God left inside them. They did not have the required light to read it. And they left it folded to yellow in a hidden drawer of their soul.
There are some people who, when joy comes into their hands, do not know that it belongs to them. And they are bewildered. They bring it here, they turn it there, until they open a pit and bury it, just like dogs do with bones.
There are some people who truly believed that God loves the sulky ones. Joy to those who filled their souls and read their secret note singingly. If they tore it afterwards, if they burned it, they did it just for their own amusement. To wink at God.
Joy to those who got caught in the bait of life and floundered in its nets. If they pierced through for a moment and came back out to the sea, they did it just to have the joy of getting caught again...
