An apple falls from a tree on your walk, you feel its tartness - it is still young. But it is nourishing food for a hungry traveler on the road; hometown for a fugitive on exile; an experimental object for a still-life painter; green color for a little child; and gravity for Newton. Nothing is what it is. Didn't you see those snowflakes, simply crystallized water vapor in the air, pure while dreaming; confused when you could not understand things around you; and freezing cold on that New Year's Eve with a disappointed heart? And those clouds, they are nothing but visible mass of droplets or frozen crystals suspended above the earth. But at Lake Genevieve, you watched it drop a tear; on Barton Pond, you wondered where and why they were rushing; and in that blessed autumn morning, you thought they'd melt happily into the blue sky (though there was only a smooth silver sky). What we see is but what is in our mind. Then, there are those abstract things. What is interesting, intelligent and beautiful? They can be conveniently replaced by another set of adjectives like fortuneless and useless. And what does liberal mean? Democrats for Republicans; gay for straight men; anti-social for governments; anti-government for totalitarians. And this is what you think: liberal means no more than do what you want to do and become what you are meant to be (as long as you don't hurt others), if one believes there is a purpose to life; otherwise, one does what everybody else does (follow the wisdom of the crowd). We just take whatever in the world to fit into the state of our minds and suit our own needs.
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