I have noticed that there is a theme of outer space travelling amidst the ether of the blogging world. And thus, it inspired the thought of republishing the following post. If you have read this before, I hope you don't mind I share it with you, once again.
And man reached out to the heavens. Outer space, a wondrous place of countless stars, countless galaxies and countless questions.
And man, gazed deeply into outer space and forgot about his inner space. For man's heart beat with a brutal savagery. He shed the blood of his brother's and sister's in the name of greed, of hatred, of betrayal, of deception. He invaded the space, the personal space of the scared, the innocent, the vulnerable. Yes, in his pursuit to progress, to advance, mankind lost touch with that precious gift. The gift of the inner child.
And man's lust to conquer, to destroy, to steal from his fellow man, lived on. Then one day, one momentous day, it happened. One man looked around, saw the rivers of blood and heard a gentle whisper. The whisper was the voice of his inner child and it said, 'This has to stop. I want to play, to sing, to dance, to smile, to laugh and love. Please, we must make this stop.' The man looked over at his blood-soaked enemy and asked, 'Can you hear it? Listen carefully, for your inner child has a message for you, for all of us.' And his blood-soaked enemy listened and he smiled. The word spread. The voice of the inner child, the inner space, spread far and wide. The bells rang out with the chimes of peace. Enemies embraced and enemies became friends.
That was a long, long time ago, on that blue and fragile planet. Mankind reached out and explored the beauty of outer space. And the message he brought was of acceptance, understanding, hope and peace. And it all began that day when that one man realised that inner space was the final frontier.