I just read again one of my favorite books, written by Hyung Jin Moon. And I read the part about a Shattered diamond. Everytime I read this part, it amazes me to no end, and in some way I again strife to be the child that collects all the pieces.

I especially like it because it describes effort. And how when one works for something instead of looking for somebody else´ creation one actually will hold something even greater then if one would just take something from someone else.

I have been checking out videos on youtube about the Unification Movement and it's past. And though sometimes I find it hard to find answers against some of the statements which were more then likely true. But i also find it really offending from people to talk or opinionate about it. What right do I or anybody else have to judge? Even Jesus himself did try to avoid judging people.

It is interesting to see how people talk so much but themselves act very iresponsable and unjust. I have always belived and had faith in many parts of the Teachings of Sun Myung Moon, but I use my own personal judgement about following what I know to be wrong.

Anyways, there is so much to say about the things you can nowadays hear in the media and on the web, but I guess there is so few times to be able to really talk about it.

I like this one:

Just Because I Don’t Care Doesn’t Mean I Don’t Understand.

But this one is better:

I Do What The Voices In My Wifes Head Tell Me To Do.

Don't be fooled by the face I wear.

For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,

Masks that I'm afraid to take off,

And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,

but don't be fooled.

For God's sake don't be fooled.

I give you the impression that I'm secure,

That confidence is my name and coolness is my game,

That the water's calm and I'm in command,

and that I need no one.

But don't believe me.

My surface may seem smooth but my surface

is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing.

Beneath lies no complacence.

Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.

But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.

That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,

a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,

to shield me from the glance that knows.

My only hope, and I know it.

That is, if it's followed by acceptance,

if it's followed by love.

It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself

from my own self-built prison walls,

from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.

It's the only thing that will assure me

that I'm really worth something.

I don't like to hide.

I don't like to play superficial phony games.

I want to stop playing them.

I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,

but you've got to help me.

You've got to hold out your hand

even when that's the last thing I seem to want.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes

the bland stare of the breathing dead.

Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,

each time you try to understand because you really care,

my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,

very feeble wings,

but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling

you can breathe life into me

I want you to know that.

Who am I, you may wonder.

I am someone you know very well.

For I am every man you meet,

and I am every woman you meet.