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Birth and Death of the Trivial Kind

There is magic in birth and death. In birth, the magic is in the enormous potential of the unknown. When you look at your newly born child, there is no way you can know what he or she will become. Later on, you might have some glimpses of their future selves, but in that very first moment, all that there is, is hope, the potential for greatness. It is very similar, and yet very different at the same time, when we look at death. On one side, it is the end; on the other it is the beginning for something new. But above all, it is an opportunity for closure. Even in the very last moment of a life, the dying person can say or do something that could change the lives of the ones present. A simple look sometimes can make us see things in a different light. I will never forget my dad’s last days. We took him to a terribly expensive and a terrible private hospital in Bulgaria. I had the feeling that the staff there only wanted to extract the maximum amount of money from us without giving much b...
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A Story about Aunt Mary, Uncle Pete and the Dragon of Conceit


‘Do you remember me mixing honey and butter for you, when you were little?’- I asked my daughter at breakfast. My mum used to do this for me when I was a child. She would mix the honey and butter together until they become one smooth, creamy-golden mixture that had a unique taste. Somehow I always had it in my mind entwined with the fairy story of the kingdom in which honey and butter poured out of golden taps in abundance.
‘I have always known that’, my daughter said slightly surprised. She genuinely couldn’t remember.
I wasn’t exactly hurt but this made me quite thoughtful. It seems that many people now think that knowledge is in the air; it doesn’t belong to anybody; we just absorb it. Perhaps it comes from the availability of knowledge on the Internet or even from the already digested information around us that we absorb without even noticing. You want to cook a delicious meal - you browse the internet and get the recipe. No need to stand the meaningless babble of Aunty Mary, who cooks the best apple pie in town, so you can learn her magic; no need to have hours of awkward conversations with Uncle Pete so you can get his secret of playing that guitar chord. This is all good. The question is: can we receive anything without giving something back and aren’t we going to end up piling up an enormous arrogance and self-conceit. Perhaps we would remember that the information in the computers is the one that has been mounted up throughout the centuries by Aunty Merry and Uncle Pete but most likely will not. Most likely we will assume that everything we learn pours from the golden taps of abundance, i.e. ourselves. That’s OK as long as the good times last.
In the story from my childhood, the taps dry up and the hero has to fight the evil dragon and steel the key to the gates of knowledge. Or at least that’s how I remember it. I think the name of the dragon was Conceit.
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