Lady Galadriel stopped dancing and sat down on the yellowish grass, listening to the sound of the wind through the leaves. <BR><BR>Does the wind love the leaves? Do the leaves love the wind? Perhaps they do, all of them. And yet the wind does not stay in the leaves, nor do the leaves travel with him all the way. The wind comes from the sky, and ultimatelly it is the sky that he loves, and the leaves go back to the ground, to melt in it and be loved by it, and bloom again next spring.<BR><BR>Love is a complex emotion, and it is the kind of draught that never ends as long as you drink it. The more you drink, the more you have to spare. Perhaps it is our mortal, fallen nature that is afraid of sharing love other than for one. But if we look inside - there is more than one way to love: the love one feels for one's parents, or for one's children, or for one's friends. All these emotions are called love, and they do not interfere with each other. A deep, melting feeling that grows with their pains and joys, a need to share and not to posses. These are perhaps little bits and pieces from that one big love that comes to us from above, from God. If we could only learn to love like He does...<BR><BR>To come back to a book I told you about a long time before, Truman Capote, The Grass Harp. I was re-reading it yesterday, and I want to remind you of this: five people in a tree, talking about their dreams.<BR><BR>This is, in fact what we are doing here. We form little confreries and share dreams. Dreams of adventure, dreams of gardens, or inns they are all the same. Here, we do not meet each other, we meet dreams. It is not only that I can be who-ever I want to be: I can also make you (or anyone else for that matter) who-ever I want you to be.<BR><BR> It is not Paradise, it can be even dangerous, but taken in proper measures, it can also be the best place we have ever been to.<BR><BR>No more complexes, no more fears of "What are they going to say if I told them I dream of Butterfly Gardens?" Here there is no status, no title, no money. Just the dream. And as long as you can find someone to dream along with you, you are free to follow the path.<BR><BR>On the other hand, I do not think anyone can be jealous, for here we are not in-love, but in-friendship. The modern world seems to become harsher and more and more un-social, no matter how much they struggle to make us all friends. One can only be friends with people of the same mind. Oh, yes, we can have many "friends": we gather once a week and talk about kids, prices, dresses, bussiness, movies and what-not. But this does not help us, because we know that many things remain un-said. So we come here and say them all, then go back to the ones we love and tell them all about it, with a lighter and more open heart, because we know we are not so alone.