On Mother's Day

Mothers are the pages, which Nature turns when It wants to see the plot go somewhere.
Isn't boring if the story was entirely taken up with death and destruction of wars; or of ambition to possess and hold the power over destinies of man who might be well off without mischiefmakers interfering with his life unasked? Or think of those old goats, who with their wealth try to buy youth and innocence? Or avarice of old men trying to hoard up treasures they cannot take with them, or men trying to prove they are as good as gods? Nature allows them in its book for some variety. But what is the use of purple prose of visionary or the acidulous prose of the cynics if a mother can make the music of the soul with her presence? In her heartfelt birthpangs the story line is taken up once again and her struggles as single mother or as matriarch Nature sets much in store: these passages always hit the sublime.
benny