Ancient pottery. Cooking. Dead men.

A team has developed a new method to date archaeological pottery using fat residues remaining in the pot wall from cooking. The method means prehistoric pottery can be dated with remarkable accuracy, sometimes to the window of a human life span. Pottery found in Shoreditch, London proven to be 5,500 years old and shows the vibrant urban area was once used by established farmers who ate cow, sheep and goat dairy products as a central part of their diet. (1)

Cooking.

Eating.

Dead men.

Laughters echoing in the night.

Full lives.

Hungry people.

Dust.

Silence.

Steaks smelling great.

Crying…

Who is crying?

Ask.

Who is really cooking?

(I am not afraid)

(You should be)

Fairy tales…

But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
~ C.S. Lewis

When we are kids we love fairy tales.

But now we have grown up.

And we consider fairy tales… fairy tales.

Now we believe in science. Now we believe in what we can see. Now we believe in us and in what we can measure and analyze. Now only things that can be proved matter.

And yet, the world we live in is not so void of miracles as we might think.

A cosmos where everything is without us knowing why. A world where you change every minute and yet you are still you. A universe where particles can be in two places at once, where cause might come after the effect. A cosmos where time does not exist even though we believe it does.

A cosmos full of life without any reason. A cosmos where we seek knowledge without knowing why. A world where we believe we can understand why without even knowing why we are alive.

We tend to ignore miracles.

Only because we believe we will one day explain them.

But what if we never will? What if the explanation of these miracles is me? You? Everyone who make this world be? What if we are the ones who keep this world alive? What if miracles are more common than you think?

We used to read fairy tales as kids.

And guess what.

These fairy tales are the things we keep on seeking still. Dragons, mermaids, the tooth fairy. We used to live in a world of magic. And this magic is the only thing that keeps us alive.

Beyond the Excel spreadsheets, the meetings, the customers and the things we believe make up our life, dragons, mermaids and fairies keep whispering to us. The one secret we choose to ignore. Because it is terrifying.

You once were a kid…

But you were too afraid.

And you believed the worst fairy tale of them all.

That you grew up.

(That the child has died…)

But worry not.

One day you will cry.

And it will be right then,

that the child will come back.

(And smile…)

Whispering a terrible thing you knew.

Listen dad.

Since I was born.

Within thing void world.

I always smiled.

But…

I was never a child!

I don’t want to be 8…

A child crying…

Because her birthday is coming…

And she does not want to become 9…

She wants to stay 8 for ever…

Oh, dear child.

Listen to me.

You will be a child for ever.

As your mom and me.

Don’t be fooled by the aging skin.

Or the tired eyes.

Inside the soul, we are still a kid.

Playing.

Laughing.

Happy.

Being sad.

As that first time I came to Be…

What is life?

If not a constant journey to death?

We try not to think of death much.

But tell me.

During a trip.

Do you ever think of your destination?

Or of where you started the journey instead?

(What is wrong?)

Is it me?

Or the thing that I believe?

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