But there on my coffe-table,is a book set down beside a bowl of red and yellow apples.It is a pleasent invitation to meditation. Now a window is opening and I can see how cold it is outside. My book is fast opening . Pages are browsing on their own. A page whispers me and I can this hearing : „Hello! My name is Happiness . I have been here four three months. You can not open me?” „What?” I am aswered confused. It is here a man? I dont see nothing. „ I am here” said this. I dont believe what I am hearing. „ Baby apple, baby apple where are you? „ sing a red apple . „ I am here, I am here, what do you do?” aswered the yellow apple singing. The apples made a mountain and now are singing. „Coming!” said this apple. I? Imposibile. I am not too small.
