I would like to have friends from across the world that I can discuss moral, religious, political and social ideals with, the existence of knowledge depends on people being able to engage freely without threat, with their own point of view, of humanities, art, politics, intellectualism, science, religion. Long live freedom, down with the tyranny of censorship that tries to stop us thinking.

Be nice to each other, spread love if you can.
Love the world as you love yourself
Keep learning about who you are

Don't be fooled by those who think they know more than you

I am always happy to help anyone with speaking or writing English....I was blessed by being born in the country of the language

Archaeology
Walking around castles
Ghosts
Numismatics
Model railways

Any movie I like, you will never have seen it, and if you have, you will have hated it:)

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Oh daughters of Jerusalem.

What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?

Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.

The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.

All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.

To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.

The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?

It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.

LOVE is patient, LOVE is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.