GUITAR BOY : Highlife Or SOUL...Mermaid Or MUSIC ?

The Book



Once upon a time, the Soul belonged to a "Universe".

A Man was born free, but only as an apprentice of Nature. For the God of Nature also gave him a "Mind".

The Mind had a unique characterization. It made a Man separate himself from other men, but only in obedience to the same Laws.
For the God of Nature also gave him the prerogative of a "Thinker".

But this is not the end of the Story.

A Man is a Spirit with a breath, and his f-e-e-l-i-n-g is more than one acre long ; longer than the breadth of All Land.

This feeling is the beginning of All Measure.

A Man is at once the Silence of the Earth, the Genesis of All Things, and the Soul of All Melody...

Out of an old portfolio, an old man eked out a lonesome sheet of Paper.

Upon its worn face was a stately handwriting, in fact an ageless slogan that brought him fond memories of King Solomon, "I Still Learn".

In the midst of old ruins, he made way for his Pen, and scribbled his testimony with a longhand, upon a lustrous piece of Copper.

By such deliberate imprint, a Man created for his City, an object of distinct Value ; a solid coin that had the "Soul of a Man".

But every paper note or metal coin, irrespective of city or country, bears the Soul of Exchange ; and therefore the "Soul of Trade".

Every note or coin is a Signature of Work : the head-thinking of a Man, the hand-writing of a Man ; and most importantly, the Soul of a Man.

Perhaps copper coins can gauge the hours of Trade. Perhaps paper notes can determine the value of a Man's Soul.

It's with the Soul, that all and sundry Men, do crave an Exchange.

"I Yet Go To School That I May Continue To Learn", proclaimed Michelangelo, the famous painter of the Sistine Chapel.

The World is the other University, and a Man has the Mind of Learning.

There's someone looking again, with a bull's eye focus, whilst God is smiling at the face of the Mona Lisa.

The World is also a Workplace, where words or acts fixate a worthy clientele, and pave a Smart Network towards a Man's Fortune.

Many a time when compensation arrives, it does not take the shape of a small man, but comes in the size of big Money.

[ Money's Soul ].

The Soul thrives, not only as it engages in Service ; but the longer a Man imitates the Handwriting of his Maker.

Once again, in the midst of old ruins, a Man relocates his Pen. He writes on a sheet of Paper :

"In  God We Trust".

But to showcase the utmost originality in the world or workplace, a Man's Soul must bear the basic elements of Nativity ( Christ ).

In fact, God must open the gates of Heaven.

And with the help of angels who have mastered the organic instrument of Music, a Man can attempt to unify All Things, and bring the soul All Melody.

[ Music of Love ].

See, the Flute has its own Sound. But the Pen is a bona fide Player.

If the Mind of the writer is enormous, if the Soul is preternaturally endowed with charity, then his f-e-e-l-i-n-g will rise to the occasion of any instrument, and his pen would match the sophistication of any Sound of Music.

"And Who Would THINK In Elementary ?"  ( Tupac Shakur )














[ To Be Continued ]

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