So many words we can write. So many words we can Speak. Language unites us. A happening in my mind referring to the book of Exodus in the Bible. It is about the Laws of God, focusing on the one law concerning Hebrew Slaves. Now male Hebrew slaves would serve their master for 6 years before being released without cost in the 7th year, 7 being a significant number in the Scriptures. Now a maLe could have been given a wife from the master so that he may have children and a family. The 7th year arrives and the man, no longer a slave, has a choice. Does he go and leave his master and wife and children or does he stay with theM? We know this depends on his level of Love for either all of them or some of them or one of them. Lets say this man loved his wife and his children and he decides to stay and have his ear pierced before the judges signifying his loyalty to his master for life, and family. His wife is beautiful. The sex is a miracle each time. The laughter brings smiles. But then (there always seems to be a but then tragic happening in my thinking) one daY the man finds out his wife and children had stumbled down a mountain and died. He has lost those he loved. His master he must still serve for life. His master isn't that interesting. In fact, he is very boring and chews on his toe-nails. The man cries and cries and cries and cries and cries and cries and cries ... until one day he discovers a higher love that causes him to embrace his master and clip his toe-nails for him and make him eggs in the morning and carry him in the tub and wash his mud off his wrinkled body. I don't know, a series of paintings I think will come as a result of this...