I am a pre-loved book dealer, looking to change both my status and the status of my books.
I am just having difficulty finding a suitable minister or marriage celebrant, all the ones I have talked to, have refused to perform a marriage between two books.
When they fall in love my books have to live in sin, quite naughty really and you would think the minister and marriage celebrants would be prepared to save my books from developing such scandalous reputations.
However the scandal of it certainly attracts customers to the shop and then the books have their hearts broken when people buy one and break up the love affairs they have.
It really is very sad, you should here some of their plans for honey moons to.
Really quite romantic the boring ones talk about honeymooning in libraries.
They are really being quite unrealistic the librarians don’t want a sticky mess from honey on their tables and shelves or the in the pages of other books.
I have talked to the books about how jucky people would find it, the feeling of picking up a book with honey on it and getting it between your fingers. The books argue it would be quite delicious for people to lick the page edges of the book and their fingers. I then tell them that the librarians would get very angry with the people and they would be kicked out and not allowed to return.
I also tell the books moons in libraries would be so large that the public would be squeezed between the surface of the moon and the library wall. The books thought about that and realised being knocked of the book shelves underneath the moon and having the moons weight crushing down on top of them with metal shelves tearing their pages and gouging the covers would be a very nasty death.
Other books talk about being put in the suitcases of people going on a cruise, or put in the backpack of Peter Hillary when he next climbs MT Everest. Climbing Mt Everest they can look out over the horizon of their future to together down into the valleys of life’s struggles and being comforted by inspiring passages in their texts recorded down by people like Zig Ziglar along side a felllow book one of life’s best companions. Climbing the sides of a mountainous challenge reaching the top and looking out over a grand new horizon with a beloved bibliophile by their side.

What makes me sad is when a society forgets that people are individuals with feelings worries fears and concerns both for themselves and those they love their family members. That it has often taken people amazing courage to arrive at where they are at and that they have had to overcome tremendous odds to reach that point. Such as in the case of the Afganhistan Refugees in the Tampa incident that these people are human beings that deserve compassion. People who have fleed an oppressive regime either had their own family members shot or watched their own kids or their neighbours kids or both starving with malnutrition. People first and foremost looking for an opportunity to support themselves and bring up there children to get on with life. I could go on at much greater length I'd just like to Add.... Dag Hammerskold past Seretary General of the United Nations once said it is more noble to have a meaningful relationship with one person than to slave tirelessly for the masses.

Is there any other beauty than each moment within our lives and the kindness we express from moment to moment.

It is each of us having time for the other and being, each of us, being kind to one another, where love and beauty are found.

We need to learn to love cherish worship and celebrate the greatness within the small acts of kindness. The better we become at living these moments fully and develop an awareness and appreciation of our own selfless gift of caring to another, that this is where our greatness, our value be.

Our greatness, our love, our caring, we obscure from our own eyes through our own self doubt, our feelings of unworthiness. The only Mother Teresa act we have to perform is to value that which we have to offer the person standing next to us, for we each are valuable we each are important. The lawyer or newspaperman is as important as the starving baby in Africa. How can we value the baby in Africa unless we can value the politician or housewife.
We may feel the politician represents something we don't like and that the house wife is dignified but can we truly diminish one individual and hold another individual in sacred light.

Our smile, our diplomacy, or choice not to say the hurtful thing, warmth, respect or caring towards he or she beside you and I the act to reach out that is where love courage and beauty reside.

Words of wisdom from a man of sincerity, aspiring to indeed, or in action,
express what I express in word, I am but a sincere man, no more.

Robert