One morning I woke up with a crazy craving for walnuts… That sensation of crisp astringency, mixed with oily soil, lingered in my mouth as I was taking a shower. I went to the kitchen, where I knew I had some walnuts taken last autumn from my mother’s and I carefully broke a few, so that the core would stay intact. Some little „brains” were piled in front of me and suddently I didn’t feel like eating them, although my mouth was still watering. I was imagining their journey from birth to being on my table… from the bud in that remarkable walnut tree to the ripe fruit that is ready to burst as it lands under the tree, in the deep shade that leaves the sun rays pass through only in certain mornings. I imagined that, as they stayed on the ground, the cycle of nature was interrupted by the hand of the cropper, who then got them dry and later gave them to my mom, who had rushed to give them to me – her son…
What would happen if I ate them? The walnuts would surrender to my greedy taste buds, then to my hungry stomach, then turn into who knows what kind of tiny nutrients that feed some newly born cells that would replace others, that are dying… And when I imagine that those living cells reunite with billions and billions of other more or less similar ones to create a wonderful living body that can write down these thoughts… I’m speechless! I have no knowledge about another construction, whether in nature or elsewhere, that exceeds the complexity and perfection of the human body. And when we think it all started with a single zygote that began to divide itself out of an explosion of light…
And as we think of how this living body meditates over some poor walnuts, being surrounded by other billions of similar beings that are scattered unevely on a planet called Earth, that, in its turn gravitates in a perfect astronomic balance, along with seven other planets – some of them being hundreds of times bigger than the Earth – around a deadly incandescent Sun… And how this Sun is a tiny element in a sea of other „Suns” (that are born out of wonderful nebulas) that form the Milky Way… And how this stunning galaxy is only one of the billions of galaxies that the astronomers never stop inventoring…
Thus and so, my mind that one way or another can embrace them all, urges me to forget about it and fill my soul with admiration for this boundless perfection. Thomas Leonard – a remarcable pioneer of coaching – once said: „The greatest discovery of my generation is that each of us is unique. The greatest discovery of the next generation, I pray, is that we are all one.”