Riding in the midst of the golden sun I greeted a sitting man. Spending his precious time gathering,selling,and reading books. Takes the time to improve his mind. Absorbing the knowledge in his educated mind looks to sell his sources to passersby. Quoted as saying “My books,the printed pages of knowledge,is my literary gift to the world. Study as I have and be generous to the unlearned.” Feels good to be educationally generous. Gathering of lessons as often recalled in his memory assembled in fragments to preach to an anxious waiting crowd standing in a usually deserted area. Listening with close observation and eager open ears to catch an inspiration of life as many often do. To frame their literary portraits in their memory to later on tell their offspring someday. Telling the world at the same memorable spot what the older fellows have learned years before. Much more wisdom will be gathered and will be told by all. Their portraits will be proudly displayed in a memorable hall. Tales big and small started by the Traveling Man unknown to all. He kept books other people did not care to read. He learned from them and preached the power of their content because he believed we all have the need to learn from the lessons that was written in the books he found. “A simple idea is called a seed”.
See ya’ next time.
