Here are eight deeptales with manuals for the teacher:

Deeptale I

Yellowness

Per Jespersen

Once upon a time there was a small electronic chip. It was quite new and was lying on a long shelf in a clever doctor’s room at the hospital. He was a very clever doctor indeed – and his desk was filled up with printed papers, and he was reading one of the most important papers – the one that came from the authorities. That was why it was so important. There were seals on it – and gold in the corners of it – therefore, the doctor took on his best glasses. They were very expensive, and he only used them in important situations. He took them on, checked his tie and shirt, combed his hair and read.

A clever doctor with a governmental paper in his hand. Oh, this is serious. And the small chip knew what it was all about. It felt so proud, because it had an important future to look forward to. The doctor was reading, and the chip was quiet. Was it going to be the next? Waiting for a new baby to be born? So that its mission could be fulfilled?

The doctor got up, put his expensive glasses back on the desk on the top of the most important papers. He was proud, too – because he was the doctor appointed to start a new area: putting electronic chips into the necks of all new-born babies. This was the best moment in his whole life as a doctor. Oh, he looked forward to tell his wife, who was a kind, but very ambitious lady indeed, because she had married a clever doctor.

And the small chip felt so nervous, that it was ready to jump down from the shelf to the clever doctor’s desk. How strange, that it could be nervous, as it had no heart, no veins, but only digitalized elements. But it was nervous, anyway, and as it saw the doctor coming closer to the shelf, its digitalized soul was almost jumping out of it.

And then – a new baby was born. Everybody could hear the crying, and everybody was so happy. A baby again – a baby again -- a new citizen for the country. All the nurses danced down the halls of the hospital, and the clever doctor was close to dancing himself. But he was too clever for that – he knew that his new carrier would start today. And the mall chip was full of joy. Now it was close to starting its carrier, too. It was so splendid.

The doctor came closer to the shelf, looking for the right chip for the new-born boy. It was supposed to watch this boy for his whole lifetime, and it was supposed to send a message to the governmental centre for new citizens every hour of the day.

The small chip watched the doctor -- and believe me: he went up to the shelf and chose exactly our small chip, whispering, “You are going to do the work for the governmental centre and for me, so that the centre will always know what this little boy is doing and where he is. I am so happy! Finally my cleverness turns into reality!”

The doctor took the small chip and carried it carefully and happily to the room, in which the new baby boy was born. And the small chip was injected into the neck of the beautiful new boy, and our chip felt the warmth of the boy’s blood. It was so splendid, and the doctor went happily out of the room, while all the nurses clapped their hands.

The doctor’s cleverness had turned into reality, and the governmental intelligence had had a new victory!

And months went by, and the boy grew in his sleep, and the moon sent her splendid beams through the windows right to the face of the sleeping baby boy. And our small chip was patiently waiting for the boy to grow so old, that he could move around, so it could report to the governmental centre. Oh, the poor chip could hardly wait. Poor chip! A year is a very long time – even for digitalized chips!

So the chip fell asleep until years passed. But it was awakened by the governmental centre when the boy was brought to school for the first time. Now it was time to work and report!

The boy went into the classroom, smiling proudly. The first day in school is really something. Oh, my goodness – do you remember your first day at school? I do, and I will never forget it. Neither will the boy of our story. There was a wonderful girl in his class. She had yellow hair and eyes as blue as the ocean, and the boy fell in love.

“Now is the time for me to report,” the chip thought, and it digitalized itself to send its first message to the governmental centre. It was really hard work!

But it had a strange feeling. What a chip! In fact, it had a very bad conscience, because it saw the beautiful smile from the blue-eyed girl. Oh, what a smile! She was in love, too. She saw a pretty boy with brown eyes and hair as black as the night itself. Who could not fall in love, seeing that?

“Has she a chip, too,” it asked itself. “Is she reported, too?” It certainly did not like it. It was a terrible thing to do to report such a thing as innocent love. Poor chip! A bad conscience is a terrible thing. You know that, do you not?

What would you do, if you were a digitalized chip supposed to be reporting to a governmental centre, and you were put into the body of a sweet boy by the most clever doctor of the country?

What would you have done?

Day after day the small electronic chip saw the innocent love growing between the two children. And the beauty took over the cleverness and the logic. Was love not much bigger than hat? Was logic not the smallest part of a boy’s and a girl’s love?

Oh, there was a decision to make. And it is pretty tough to do that!

But the small chip did it. One morning after having seen the boy’s beautiful dreams with yellow-haired girls, butterflies with yellow wings, and the next day’s yellow sunshine mirrored in the girl’s hair – oh, believe me: it jumped out of the neck of the boy right in the doorway of the school. And watch: a chip was jumping out of the girl’s neck as well. Both children took to their necks, screaming, “What happened?” They both heard a strange metallic sound on the stairs to the classroom.

And believe me: the boy took the girl’s hand, and they stepped into the classroom together, and all the classmates clapped their hands.

This was really a happy ending, was it not?

True and unreported love!

Innocent love!

Privacy!

Manual to YELLOWNESS

Isn’t it a fantastic story?

Imagine to be that electronic chip!!

What would you have done, if you were that chip?

Would you have done the work you were supposed to do by the government?

Or would you have jumped out of the boy’s body?

Give your reasons for your statements.

Try to make drawings of the chip and hang them up in the classroom.

Try to find a title for the drawings.

And discuss:

Why did the chips jump out of the boy and the girl?

Imagine: Two jumping chips, falling down on the stairs!!

Isn’t it amazing?

What do you think happens to the chips after that?

Use you imagination:

Perhaps you can make a story about what happens to the chips.

Imagine that you had such a chip in your neck!

What would you feel?

Something amazing?

Something horrible?

Give your reasons.

Imagine that everybody had such a chip in the body.

Would that be marvellous or terrifying?

Give your reasons.

Try to write a small tale of your own, ending with the word:

Isn’t it wonderful?

Read it aloud in class.

Can an electronic chip have responsibility?

Give examples.

What is responsibility?

Can you define it?

How would we be, if we had no responsibility?

Is responsibility an emotion?

Where do emotions dwell?

In Space?

In our brain?

In our heart?

In the bones?

In the soul?

Group work:

Write a tale, beginning with: “Once upon a time there was a tiny emotion in a little girl’s head. ---“

Writing stories trains your language, your fantasy, and your understanding.

Isn’t it fantastic?

What do you think about the doctor?

Discuss.

Can you finish this sentence:

“There was a doctor, who was so clever, that --- .”

What is cleverness after all?

Try to explain.

Is there a difference between being clever and being wise?

What is the difference?

Discuss.

What would you prefer: being clever or being wise?

One of my friends once said,

“Cleverness can go in two directions, to wisdom or to insanity.”

What do you think?

Discuss.

One of my students said, “In my opinion people get more narrow-minded in this digital world of ours.”

What do you think?

The chip jumped out of the boy and the girl, because they fell in love with each other.

Isn’t it wonderful?

Imagine that an electronic chip can be so clever!

I should like to know that chip!!!!!

Deeptale II

The Clever King

There was a professor, who worked on the king’s university. It was the best university of the country, as it belonged to the king, who was considered to be very clever. This is the way it is with kings – they are only kings because of their intelligence.

The professor had a huge house with a beautiful garden with roses, bushes, and trees – exactly like a clever man’s garden should be, so everybody passing by could know, that here was the house of cleverness. He was working all day and did not even have time for making his food himself. Oh no, he had a kitchen chef, who was able to cook all sorts of meals. He admired the professor, who admired the king. Oh sure, everything was pure admiration.

In the professor’s garden there was a red bird. It was singing every morning – such a beautiful song, and the professor enjoyed its song every single morning. Little did he know, how this bird could change his work and his whole life for the time to come.

One of his students did a lot of thinking. Every morning he was standing in his room, wondering what made the bird sing. He had heard about a monk, who lived centuries ago. This monk wondered for years, what made some flowers green and others red. On the monastery he made some experiments with his flowers, cross-breeding the flowers to get new species.

Oh, a monastery is the closest you can get to The Good Lord – so maybe it was a divine decision he made. This is certainly difficult – to figure out what is God’s decision and what is man’s own logic. This counts for you and me, too.

The professor’s student made a decision one evening – even without asking the clever professor. Divinity or reflection? I cannot tell.

Anyway, the red bird was caught in a huge net and brought to the lab. And would you believe it: the student and the bird could talk together.

Listen:

“Why do you catch me and take me away from the garden?”

“To investigate you. I want to know how you can sing in such a beautiful way. You must have a secret.”

“I have. But it is not something, you should know about.”

“Oh yes. I need it for the sake of the clever professor.

“Oh,” the bird said. “You are hunting vanity now. I will tell you my secret, if you do not tell anybody, and if you will let me fly back to the garden, as I have to wake up the professor.”

“I promise. Let me know!”
”Put me close to the window, then.”

The student did, what he was told. He was used to that, so it was not difficult at all.

And now the bird spoke from the window sill, “There is a tiny little molecule in me. This little molecule makes me sing the way I sing. And I do love it myself. It is called DNA.”

“Oh!” The student was really astonished. “And if this tiny molecule is transplanted into a human body – let us say that of a royal singer – he will sing even better and more beautiful.”

“Do not tell anybody,” the bird said and flew out of the window.

But the poor student could not keep his mouth closed. Horrible! Terrible! He told the professor – and he even did it in such a way, that the professor believed that he heard the student’s own thinking. And therefore, he told the king. Oh, that is the way secrets are revealed!

The professor rebuilt his lab, so that a surgery could be done there. The most clever surgeons of the country were called to his lab – and believe me: the red bird was caught in a net again. A singer from The Royal Opera was called to the lab, and he was given an anaesthetic, as was the red bird.

Everything was ready for the transplantation, and the professor’s smile was happier than ever. Oh, what a royal future he could have! And imagine what vanity can do to people! Vanity takes away every ethical thought. Oh!

But even among birds there is some gossip working. All red birds of the kingdom gathered in a forest and made an important decision. And that is not easy – not even for red birds. But they did it – and one of the birds flew to the king’s castle and found the windows open to the royal bedroom. It sat down on the sleeping king’s bed and started singing.

The king woke up in a splash of a second, which is not a very royal way of waking up!

And the bird said, “When you go to the mirror to comb your royal hair, there will be a message for you.”

Then it flew out of the window, hearing the king whisper, “Rubbish!”

But even a clever king can be curious, so he rushed to the mirror and found a piece of paper there.

He read and read: D – N - A. Do Not Agree!

Oh, he was royally confused, and he had to make a decision, too. So early in the morning! It is not easy to be a responsible king in the early morning hours.

But he sensed, that he had to visit his professor, and he came into the lab in the moment the surgeon was ready with his knife.

Everybody silenced. That is a thing you have to do, when a king enters your room. Always be ready for that! It can happen every minute!

“Stop the surgery, let the singer go back to his opera, and let the red bird fly! This is my decision, and as it is royal, it is automatically law!!”

And so it was. The singer went happily home, and the red bird disappeared in the garden. Oh, what a clever king! Cleverer than the professor and his student, as he could combine science with ethics.

This is the way a king should be.

Science and ethics.

That is royalty!

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Manual to The Clever King

Isn’t it a nice tale?

Kings are only kings because of their intelligence

Isn’t it great?

Is it so that a ruler of a country should be a very clever man or woman?

What do you think?

There are not so many kingdoms in the world anymore.

Do you have an idea why?

It seems that people living in kingdoms are very happy with or proud of it. That is why some people call royal countries “fairy tale lands”.

Why?

Imagine: A fairy tale land!

Everything was admiration

Isn’t it wonderful?

Do you know the feeling of admiration?

What do you really admire?

Can you admire:

A flower?

A Mountain?

A landscape?

A friend?

What is the professor’s work?

What is his student’s idea?

How can we understand a divine decision?

Or are we not supposed to understand it?

Is Nature divine?

What is divinity?

The student speaks to the bird:

You must have a secret.

Do we all have our secrets?

Do you have a secret, which is only yours?

Here is the clue question:

Is the secret in you your divinity?

Is it so that divinity is not supposed to be understood, but felt?

Take a deep discussion about this.

All human beings have their own secret.

Isn’t it marvellous!

Perhaps we were not human without this secret?

This secret cannot be put into words.

But perhaps you can draw it or paint it.

Give it a try. Do not put words on the paper – only the feelings you have deep inside

Imagine your whole classroom filled up with your secrets with no words there!

Isn’t it fantastic?

Depending on the age of your students you could make a drawing of the DNA on the board. Try to explain how it works in our bodies and minds.

Is the DNA one of our secrets?

Is it divine?

If it is divine, this could be the reason why the king stops the whole surgery.

Take a deep discussion with your students:

Are we allowed to operate in this area – or is it too divine for that?

Vanity takes away every ethical thought.

This is terrible!!!

Discuss exactly this:

Can vanity blindfold us?

Can you give explanations?

The king wakes up in a splash of a second.

This is just so funny!

Make a drawing of the waking king, and make it as funny as you can!

The clue here is, that the king has learnt (by a bird) to combine science and ethics.

Isn’t that important??

Discussing these matters make you cleverer and teach you to think profoundly in your own personal way.

Isn’t it fantastic!!!!

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Deeptale III

The Boy and The Queen

Per Jespersen

Have you heard about the queen in the small country situated far north? She is a very special queen – definitely not like other queens of the world. Indeed – she is a different queen, and it is not easy to be different at all. It is a constant challenge to be different – and when you are a queen, it is much more difficult. You have to be queenish all the time – and different in a specific way. Maybe it is art to be different.

Naturally she lives in a castle of the capital – but she owns castles all over the kingdom, and that is a heavy task, too. As a queen she is supposed to be different and common at the same time, but to live out your own difference in an expected difference – oh, that is not easy. Nothing less than a challenge.

The queen in our story is clever and intelligent. But she is full of humour at the same time – everybody knows her laughter -- and that is special indeed. Even for queens.

But it is difficult for common people, too. You can be so intelligent, that the humour disappears. And you can be so full of humour, that the cleverness fades away. Do you know that? Have you met people being like that?

Happy they, who have both cleverness and a happy laughter!

And exactly this counts for our queen. You would not believe it, but she can open an exhibition with her golden crown on her head – very, very royal indeed – she can talk to the finest and richest people of the country in the most sophisticated language – she can sip the champagne in the most royal way, and half an hour later she comes back to her huge castle, greeting her guards at the entrance. And then: a few minutes later she stands in her old, dirty clothes at her canvasses, painting.

Is it not unbelievable?

A queen painting!

And in the same evening she is in The Royal Theatre, watching a Bournonville-ballet, dressed in her finest clothes and with the crown on her royal head.

Everybody in the audience is silent, waiting for Her Majesty to come. At eight o’clock sharp two servants open the door to the royal balcony – the queen is there! The whole audience gets up, and everybody is quiet, until Her Majesty smilingly sits down.

Oh, what a holy moment! As if The Good Lord were there!

And now: the performance starts – with music and dancing children on the royal stage. The children perform the ballet marvellously – especially the young boy of ten, who dances his solo in such a magnificent way, that the queen claps her royal hands, and the whole audience claps their hands, too.

Oh, a happy queen and a handsome boy on the stage. Is it not royally wonderful?

The boy bows his head to greet the queen – and, oh – he is shown to the balcony! The queen wants to thank him personally for his dancing. It has never happened before, and she is the first queen to do it. Oh, what a happy boy! He will never forget it.

The queen thanks him and announces him Royal Dancer of the future. Oh, happy he! And he is invited for dinner at the castle next Saturday. I wish, I were that boy! He is the connection between art and royalty, and that is really something!

The next morning the queen is painting again. She has not even had time for breakfast. Oh, take a look at all her paintings on the walls. You see the deep forests in green and white, you see the colours shaped as a church-window in all its divine diversity, and you see faces of all kinds.

But watch: The queen is painting – look at the canvas – my goodness – a magnificent painting of the boy from the ballet. And look: the queen is dancing around on the floor. It is not so difficult, as she has no crown on her head and no official clothing on. The dancing queen and the dancing boy on the canvas. Oh!

And of course the boy arrives next Saturday to dine with the queen. They are talking and laughing and having a good time together. A majesty and a boy of ten! It is like a dream. Art and royalty can certainly go together.

The boy’s heart is beating from joy, as he receives the royal painting.

“Oh, Your Majesty! Thank you!!”

“You are welcome. Do come here any day you want!”

That is certainly a queen! Connecting royalty with boyhood and childhood.

Connecting queenness with childhood.

Connecting royalty with every day’s life.

That is the way a queen should be.

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Manual to The Boy and The Queen

It is not easy to be different!

Oh no!

Do you know the feeling of being different?

You can feel lonely, lonesome, and weird.

Have you tried that?

When you feel different, you might feel that you are the only one, feeling that.

Have you tried that?

Take a walk down a crowded street in town.
Look at all the people there!

So many people!

Imagine: They are all different in their own way!

Isn’t it fabulous?

How can God create so much difference?

The clue is: if we were all alike, life would be boring, and we would have nothing to talk about.

One of my students said, “When I realized, that I was supposed to be different, I was disappointed, until I found out, that the joy of Life is based on human differences, because it means, that we are all unique.”

Oh, that is a good way to put it.

What do you think?

Do discuss this with your students.

And make them make a drawing with the title “sublime difference and individuality”.

So even a queen is different.

What is the challenge for her?

That she does not do, what people expect?

That she might feel like doing things, which are not royal?

The queen in the tale is doing things on her own!

That’s marvellous, isn’t it?

Can one be too intelligent?

Or too full of humour?

The balance between intelligence and humour is certainly royal!

The queen in the story is a painter, when nobody sees her.

She paints the most beautiful paintings: forests, snow, the sunlight in a church etc.

But sometimes she has to be very royal.

When she meets the government.

When she is on TV.

When she opens an exhibition.

Would you like to be a queen or a king?

Discuss this.

Imagine yourself walking down the stairs from a balcony, and everybody is greeting you!

How would you feel?

Would you like it?

Make a drawing of the painting queen.

In The Royal Theatre the queen is very royal.

Until she breaks the royal ice:

Why does she invite the boy from the stage?

She is the first queen doing this.

Isn’t it magic?

Imagine: breaking the royal behaviour and inviting a ballet boy to come to her castle!

Only a real queen can do that!

So being royal is to balance royalty with empathy for a boy of ten!

That is something!

The queen connects royalty with everyday’s life.

Maybe only a queen can do this?

What would you have done, if you were that boy?

What do you think about this tale?

Do discuss it!

Make a drawing of the dancing queen. And remember: the crown is not on her head.

Where is it?

Hide it somewhere in your drawing.

Can one say, that all thoughts and emotions of a land are gathered in a queen?

But everything is gathered in you, too!

So you are unique!

Isn’t it wonderful?

Deeptale IV

The Small Girl's Birthday

Per Jespersen

It was a small girl’s birthday, and she could not sleep the whole night. She did not hear the nightingales, singing in the meadows in the warm night. She did not see the deer in the forest, waiting for the first sun. She did not see the drops of dew on the tulips in the garden. Oh, what beauty she did not see! How could she escape the beauty of the world?

Because she had one and only one burning wish, which she dreamt of in the short periods, she was asleep.

She did not even see the fairy coming into her room. A beautiful and half transparent fairy. That is the way fairies are: transparent all the time. This is their way of being different. We all have our ways: my neighbour shows his difference by dressing himself in strange clothes. I do it by seeing fairy tales everywhere. My wife is doing it by being stronger in her mind than anybody else.

Difference is a strange thing. We are all different, but in different ways. And we are all alike, but in different ways. So the difference is there – disguised as alikeness.

Is it not strange?

But our small girl cannot wait for the morning to come. Her wish has to be fulfilled, and she prays to The Good Lord. But does he care about materialistic things? Does the fairy? Do they not care more for spiritual concepts? And a cell phone is definitely not a spiritual thing. On the contrary!

The fairy has arrived for some other purpose, and that is the way it is with fairies – they occur when you do not expect them. Just like Life – it is where you do not expect it to be. I have been told that in the middle of the desert where you can only see sand and feel a terrible heat – suddenly there is life – be it a snake or a worm – so maybe Life is a fairy itself. It can occur in the most unexpected places and moments. Even on deserted planets.

I must say: The Good Lord is cleverer than we are.

The fairy knows that, and she sees a tear in the small girl’s eyes. Despite her joy and happiness, because she will be eleven this very morning, there are tears in her eyes. And the fairy cannot help weeping, too. Fairies are like that – they know human feelings, but they are able to connect them with higher purposes and deep spirituality.

The fairy takes away the small girl’s tears, saying, “You are a nice girl with your yellow hair and your blue eyes. Do you know how pretty you are?”

The small girl smiles. She has always been dreaming about being the prettiest girl in town – but the dream of a cell phone is stronger right now.

“Why,” the fairy asks. “We never use cell phones.”

Oh, the fairy succeeds in making the girl smile. “Of course you do not.”

“No. There is a life without cell phones.”

“In your world, yes. But not in mine.”

“Oh.” But the fairy knows the fragility of a human mind. She also knows the reason for the girl’s tears.

Oh, it is a sad story. But there is sadness in Life, so that we can see the joy, when it is there. Without the possibility of sadness we would not know joy and happiness!

The girl’s mother had been very ill, and one early morning the whole family gathered around her bed, praying. Then they heard the mother whisper a silent goodbye, and she left this world. They all wept, and the fairy did, too – as I told you: she knows human feelings very well.

“What is your sincerest wish,” the fairy asks.

“You know that.”

“I do. A cell phone. Why?”

“It can take away my loneliness, because I can send messages to my friends.”

Oh, do not tell a fairy things, she knows already. She could laugh at you – but no, a real fairy would not do that. She knows that cell phones are signs of human fragility. She knows that such a tiny phone can provide humans with a feeling of security, which might not be there at all. She knows that boys and girls live a lonely and superficial life, which leaves them in spiritual emptiness. Oh, it is so sad. Sending a cell phone message is not the same feeling as the warmth of a beloved hand – a phone message is not the same as feeling love from somebody else – a phone message is not the same as friendship and love. I know that, because I have one myself.

“Can you send a message to your mom,” the fairy says.

Oh, this brings out the tears again. “No,” the girl weeps. “Of course not.”

“So you see your mom is in a non-phone world. Where I come from.”

“Tell me how it is.”

“It is close to sunrise now,” the fairy says. “We have only a little time. And I cannot tell you. It cannot be put into known words.”

“So you mean there is more to the world than words?”

“Exactly. There is more to Life than words. And even cell phones cannot help you.”

“This is a mystery,” the girl says.

“Mystery is the closest you can get,”

The first light is on the sky, and the fairy prepares herself for leaving. “Happy birthday, you beautiful girl!”

And she flies out of the wall. Only fairies can do that – that is a mystery indeed.

But watch: the small girl falls asleep with a happy smile on her face. Is it not wonderful – a beautiful girl with happy dreams. Even the birds in the garden start singing in a quite new way.

The small girl wakes up a couple of hours later. She hears voices from downstairs, and immediately her thoughts are circling: a cell phone. Maybe she will get more than one: two, three, four. Would it not be marvellous?

She dreams and steps down the stairs – and there: the guests have arrived – uncles, aunts, nephews, and friends. Oh, it is going to be a happy day.

She greets them all and steps into the room with all the presents. The table is filled up with presents -- oh, what a generosity!

She is left alone with all the presents. Oh, such a joy! But listen: She hears a noise from the other room. Who is there? Nervously she opens the door – and – oh, my goodness!

Her mother is there! In a glooming yellow light – almost fairy-like – her beloved mother.

“Mom!”

Oh, what is more beautiful than to be embraced by the most beloved person you have ever known?

“Mom!”

Two hearts beating together in an entity. Glowing light and pure happiness.

Love and spirituality.

No materialism.

Only love.

And the presents at the table are never opened.

That is the way it should be!

I wish that for you, too!

Deeptale V

The Meeting

Per Jespersen

There was a small house close to the king’s forest. Here a very poor family was living. Man and wife and a girl of six. Believe me, they were so poor that they did not have money for food every day, and this is really not good for a small girl. Oh, she was so hungry, that she decided to go begging in the neighbouring town.

Her parents did not know that, and they would have forbidden her to do it, if they had known. When you are poor, you do not show it. The dignity is not to show who you are. That was the way they saw it.

Dignity is a difficult concept indeed. Is one supposed to show it or to hide it? Poverty and richness! The girl knew that the king was extremely rich, as he was the owner of the forest and many castles. The girl’s family owned nothing and had no work.

But believe me: they were happy in their own way!

The girl went out of the house early in the morning and went to town in her poor clothes. She sat down at the square in the town, showing herself in all her poverty and stretching out her dirty hands, asking for a little money and perhaps a little bit to eat.

Most of the people just passed her without seeing her. But suddenly she saw a boy, a little older than herself, coming up to her. Oh, he was dressed in new and very expensive clothes. He smiled and – oh, he possessed a beauty, she had never seen before. It was not the richness – it was not his clothes – she did not know what it was, but there was something around him and his way of walking, that she liked immediately.

So she sent him her warmest smile. And would you believe me: he smiled back to her! Is there anything more marvellous than a boy’s most honest and sincere smile?

Sure, they met in a smile. Can anything be more honest?

He sat down beside her, and smiles were exchanged again.

“I am sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“You know that. I am so poor, that you should not sit here right beside me. It does not fit with your dignity.”

“Oh, your dignity is closer to Life than mine. Be sure of that!”

What a strange thing to say. But the boy could be right. I have been thinking about that myself, but I did not find a conclusion. The boy did. Is it not magnificent? Children are so clever!

And watch. The boy takes the girl’s hand, and they walk down the street hand in hand.

Oh, here the story could end. But it does not. They walk into an expensive restaurant, and all the servants there bow their heads. One could have a suspicion now, because – well, we shall see. I do not know either, because I have never been in that town.

The boy orders an expensive dinner and the girl is eating and eating. She does not see the crowd of people outside the restaurant. Lucky her! She would not have been able to bear it. She only saw the boy’s smile and his marvellous eyes.

That is the way it is with emotions. They make you see, what you dream of – reality fades away and events grow into fairy tales.

It is so beautiful!

Now he asks the servants for a computer – you know these machines, that can do things, nobody understands.

Oh, he is writing on it, while the girl follows his fingers over the buttons on the computer.

“What are you doing,” she asks.

“Mailing my father.”

“But how? You have no paper and pen.”

He smiles again. “No, the computer is my pen and my paper.”

And that is strange. I am sitting with my paper and my pen – and this boy can do the whole thing on a machine! I do not understand that.

But I have a suspicion now: he must be something special. And I am only a poor and ignorant person compared to this boy.

Oh, now I hear it. Listen! The crowd in the streets is shouting and greeting somebody. Oh, now I see it. A carriage with six horses is coming. And all of a sudden you see the flags of the country everywhere. How can this be done so fast? I do not know.

And the girl has not seen it yet. But when the door opens, and all the servants are bowing their heads, she knows, and her heart is beating so heavily. She has never felt this before.

And behold: The king of the country enters the room. He walks straight to the table, where the boy and the girl are sitting.

“I see, my son. You already spend money on girls!”

The girl blushes and is ready to flee and get out of the room. This is too embarrassing! Indeed, I would have felt the same.

Unimaginable what computers can do. Or was it the glow in the prince’s eyes?

Oh yes, he is the crown prince of the country, dining with a poor, poor girl.

And they both rise and are shown to the king’s carriage. The crowd is clapping their hands and the birds of the town stop their singing totally.

And the carriage is on its way to the castle, while the boy takes the girl’s hand. And their eyes meet in a caring glance.

Oh, this is not royalty. Not at all!

This is human dignity.

And this has nothing to do with the computer.

Dignity can live without computers.

Dignity has nothing to do with poverty or richness.

Dignity is there when you are ready for it.

And the poor girl was ready.

And so was the prince.

Oh, that was a happy ending, was it not?

Manual to The Meeting

Oh, what a happy meeting!

Can you imagine?

Why does the girl decide to go begging?

Would you have done that?

Why do you not show, when you are poor?

As I see it, rich people do show their richness.

Why will people not show poverty?

What do you think about this line from the text:

The dignity is not to show who you are.

Are poor people ashamed of their poverty?

Do they have a reason for that?

I will tell you a true story:

I spent many days with my aunt, as my parents were never there. I liked my aunt so much, but one day she showed me something, I did not expect.

“Look here,” she said. “Take a look into your uncle’s cupboard!”

I expected to see suits, ties, and shirts. But the cupboard was filled up with bank notes. I almost fainted. Never ever had I seen so much money!

Then my aunt took my hand, saying, “Never tell anybody, not even your parents. I’m so ashamed of our richness.”

Can one be ashamed of owning money?

So perhaps the prince is right, when he tells the girl, that she is closer to dignity than he is.

What do you think?

What would you choose, if it was possible:

Being extremely rich or being very poor?

Try to give reasons for your choice.

I must admit that I think, that happiness and love is more important than marriage.

Do you disagree?

The poor girl and the crown prince meet!

Isn’t it splendid?

The story could end as the boy takes the girl’s hand.

Why does it not?

Would you have ended the story there?

Discuss.

Why do people gather around the restaurant?

Would you like to be so famous, that everybody knew you in the streets?

The girl senses nothing but the boy’s smile.

How gorgeous!

Can emotions make reality fade away?

How?

We have two concepts in our mind:

Emotions and rationality.

A Persian poet has written that reason, compared to emotions, is only a drop of rain in the huge sea.

What do you think?

Can you control your emotions?

Can you control your rationality?

Imagine:

A prince sitting in a restaurant, mailing!

This is strange!

How can a computer be like pen and paper?

Imagine: All the fairy tales, which Hans Christian Andersen wrote, were written with pen, ink, and paper.

This is fantastic!

And his manuscripts still exist.

Oh, I would like to touch them – just once!!

Why are there flags all over town?

What is the king’s reaction, when he comes into the restaurant?

What does the girl feel?

Why do even the birds stop singing?

What is dignity?

What is your dignity?

Discuss.

Your dignity is that you want to be exactly you!

Amazing, isn’t it?

Make a drawing of the girl and the boy, coming out of the restaurant.

Here is another true story:

A very famous queen had opened an exhibition in a small town. Her work that day was very severely planned and scheduled. She was supposed to step into her Rolls Royce and drive to another town and be there on time an hour later.

But she did not. The car was passing on old farmer’s house close to a meadow. And she asked the driver to stop the car, as she wanted to visit this family. The driver was confused, but he had to do what the queen asked him to do. He stopped the car, and the queen walked down the narrow road to the farmer’s house and knocked the door. An old woman opened the door, and she almost fainted when she saw the queen.

“Can I come in,” the queen said.

“Oh, my goodness, the house is not clean at all.”

“I like that,” the queen said and stepped inside.

The poor family and the queen spent an hour together, and the queen was late for her next official meeting.

And believe me: this really happened.

This is certainly human dignity and courage.

That is what we all need.

Deeptale VI

The Old Tree

Per Jespersen

There is a very old tree at a tiny square at the coastline north of the big city. Its huge branches are so big, that children have to climb in them, but this is not allowed. The trunk of the tree is so big, that ten men holding their hands can stand around it.

But the trunk is hollow – and there is almost a cave in the trunk. But believe me – the tree is still alive. That is the way it is with life – it can exist in the most unexpected shapes. Every spring it folds out its leaves and people passing by get happy, when they see that the tree is still celebrating the spring.

This tree has a memory – and memory is a strange thing indeed. Do you have a memory? Do you remember the day you were born? Do you remember the day you were christened?

Well, I do not. I wish I did, as it must have been a great day. I only see my childhood as flickering images without connection. So what is memory after all?

This very day is a warm and sunny summer day, and a small boy is crossing the crowded street with his uncle in his hand. He is so fascinated by this huge tree that he cannot wait to cross the street. His uncle hesitates for a moment because of the traffic, but in some strange way the drivers of the cars stop to let them pass.

Finally they are there, and the boy’s uncle turns around to have a look at the sea, which twinkles in blue colours in the sunshine and he can see the coastline of the foreign country in the far distance.

“Come on, uncle. Let us see the tree.”

“Oh yes, I am coming.”

After a while they are both standing in the cave of the trunk. How amazing to stand in the middle of a tree trunk!

“I feel the age,” the boy says.

“But how can you? You are only ten!”

Oh, he should know what ten year old children can do and feel. He might have forgotten how it was to be ten.

As they stand in the tree, they can see a hole at the top of the cave.

“I wonder,” the uncle says.

“I do not. That is where the fairies of the near-by forest come in.”

Oh, that is certainly a way to see it.

Now they hear a voice from somewhere. A deep voice. Could it be the tree? The uncle has his doubts, as his logic tells him, that it is not possible. But the boy is sure. “Listen, the tree is telling us something.”

And listen: “Oh, I saw the warships sail towards the city. Terrible! There was a war between two neighbouring countries. I must say, the human world is confusing.”

“There are still wars going on in the world,” he boy says.

“Yes, I have heard that. Human beings cannot handle power.”

“Can you?”

“Yes, but I would call it something else. Power is only a disguise for primitive instincts. It is the instincts you have to deal with.”

Oh, what a clever tree! That is fascinating!

“I still see it,” the tree continues. “Expensive cars are passing me every day, as I live here in a very fashionable part of the country. And would you imagine: yesterday there was a very well clothed couple sitting at the bench close to me. He was writing on his computer all the time, while the lady was speaking on a mobile phone. Did they not see each other’s beauty? No, they were too busy for that. And I longed back to the good old times. At that time a few horse carriages came by, and the people rested here to have their lunch. It was calm and cozy.”

The boy’s uncle had left the cave a long time ago. To be honest: he could not hear what the tree and the boy were talking about. He had forgotten his phone, so he was really in a big trouble. Oh, I do feel sorry for him.

But the boy stays in the cave, talking with the tree. It was just so amazing to hear the voice of ages. He was burning to hear more.

“Oh, most of the days I just grow. I want to make my branches bigger and bigger, and the foresters – oh, there have been many of them in my life time – they have always protected me. I have always been scared to be felled. I want to grow here forever and ever.

“And the best experience of yours,” the boy asks.

Oh, that is not easy to answer. What is your best experience?

“Well, there are two,“ the tree says. “One day the king came by. Oh, I was so nervous. But he stopped his carriage right here before going to hunt in the huge forest. He sat down on a stone and kept looking at me. I was so embarrassed. Would he condemn me to be felled? Then suddenly he got up in all his royalty, saying, “I declare this old oak tree to be the pride of my land.” Oh, that was amazing. I was now a royal tree and could never be felled. It was all written down on a royal sheet of paper. Oh, that was certainly my day!”

“You really deserve it,” the boy says. “If I were the king, I would do the same.”

Oh, the tree is close to weeping, but there are no ways for its tears to come out!

“But you have another experience,” the boy says.

“Oh sure, but nobody would believe it.”

“I will. Tell me!”

Imagine a boy and old tree talking together! Life is really a fairy tale!

Listen: “There was a priest living not far from here. He held his masses in me – right where you stand. Remember, there were only a few people living here at that time. He held his masses here – even communions – and a single wedding. It was a sacred moment for me, when he lit his first red candle in me, and people were on their knees. Oh, what a holy moment!”

Can you believe this? A holy communion in an old tree’s trunk. But it really happened. Is it not magnificent? Maybe we have forgotten this holiness. Maybe we disguise the holiness of Life in computers, TV-screens, and mobile phones. What a pity it is!

The boy goes to the spot, where the first candle was lit by the priest. “I bless you, old tree!”

“I bless you, too. May you have a happy and good life!”

And the uncle is staring in perplexity, as he sees the boy fly out of the top of the trunk, waving to him. Are there really wings on his back? Oh, the uncle cannot believe this. The boy is disappearing into the blue sky, while the most wonderful music is coming from everywhere.

Then suddenly the boy is sitting beside him.

“What happened,” the confused uncle asks.

“Oh, a sacred thing. I am so happy.”

“I do not understand.”

“No, neither do I!”

Oh, that is the way it is: the ununderstandable things are the most important ones. Is it not marvellous?

Manual to The Old Tree

Everything cannot be explained

That’s the way it should be.

Have you seen very old trees?

How old?

The oldest tree in the world is 4000 years old!

Imagine what this tree could tell (it grows in Chile)!

Imagine a tree, being so big, that ten men can stand around its trunk!

Have you ever seen such a tree?

Life can exist, where you might not expect it.

Wonderful, isn’t it!

Do you have a memory?

Do you remember everything you have seen or heard?

What is memory after all?

Do you think that a tree has a memory?

Well, the tree of this tale has!

What is so fascinating about an old tree?

How can the boy feel the age?

Sometimes you might feel age, when standing close to a church or a temple.

Imagine: is has been there for hundreds of years!

What do you think about the boy’s explanation, that fairies come into the tree trunk through the hole?

How is that possible?

How would our world be, if there were fairies everywhere?

Maybe only children can see fairies?

The tree is talking to the boy.

This is definitely magic!

The boy hears a voice.

Does it come from the tree?

Or?

The uncle uses his logic, which tells him, that a tree has no voice.

Is that the reason why he cannot hear it?

What do you think?

Perhaps only children can hear voices.

So there must be a huge difference between a child’s world and the adult world.

Can you describe this difference?

The tree finds our world confusing.

What do you think?

Do trees make wars?

Do flowers?

Power is only a disguise for being primitive.

That is certainly a way to put it!

What is power?

Try to define the word.

What can power be used for?

What is the opposite of power?

What does the tree wonder about the well clothed couple?

What are they doing?

What is your best experience?

Do change experiences.

And your worst?

What ii the best experience of the tree?

Why?

Life is really a fairy tale!

Isn’t it lovely?

What did the priest do in the tree?

Have we forgotten holiness?

How can we?

Is it right, that we can forget holiness because of computers, cell phones etc.?

What does it mean that the boy and the tree bless each other?

What is a blessing?

What is sacred for you?

What can make a situation sacred?

Do we all need some sacred moments?

In a fairy tale everything can speak and understand!

This is why it is good for children to read tales. Their imagination grows in a natural way.

So read all the tales you can and make yourself more mature in a good way.

This is one of the ways to learn.

Therefore:

Maybe you can write a tale yourself.

Do try.

Make your imagination blossom!

It is so good for the heart and the soul.

Deeptale VII

An Unexpected Visit

Per Jespersen

Once upon a time there was a very clever king in a small country. He was so clever, that he knew The Holy Bible by heart – every story – every king’s name – every parable. And he did like to recite the holy texts, when there was a celebration at the castle. All guests knew, that when the king got up from his chair, everybody had to be silent. The royal recitation would dwell in the room, all candles would be lit, and there would be no talking for seven holy minutes.

Is that the way kings are? I am not so sure, but our king thought it right to behave like this. And he told his servants every day how to behave in a holy and royal way. And as they got their salary from the king, they did it. We have to remember, that they were dependent on these salaries, as they had a family with wife and children.

Every Wednesday there was a reception at the castle - oh yes, it took place in the most fashionable room of the castle. It could be the prime minister, who had to tell the king, how the condition of the kingdom was. It is really very necessary for a king to have a prime minister. He cannot take care of everything on his own. He is far too busy for that. There is always a lot of books to be read and learnt by heart.

After the prime minister, the head of the police arrived. Oh, there was a lot to tell the king, as he had no time to arrest people and find the criminals in the country.

After that the head of judges arrived. Oh, he was a handsome man – and very polite indeed. He was supposed to tell the king, which judgements he had done during the week. And the king – he did not even have time for that, because of his reading.

All these audiences started with the king’s recitation of The Holy Bible. Oh, they heard the holy words every Wednesday. It is a thing you get used to – after a long time.

But there was an interesting rule in the country. Every citizen could apply for a short meeting with the king in certain important matters. It could be a housewife, who were treated in a bad way by her husband, and who had tried to go to the judges. If they could not find a solution, she could apply for a meeting with the king.

After the biblical recitation, she had three minutes to tell the king about her problem. And he had one minute to make a decision. Oh, it is really not easy to be a king!

The ordinary people were shown in after the distinguished people. It was not written in the law, that this should be done in that order – it was the king’s habit. It made things easier for him, and that is the crucial thing about being a king: to make things as easy as possible. It was like art for him always to take the shortest way, and when you do it royally, it inspires the citizens with respect.

And it did indeed. When it was the king’s birthday, there were flags all over the country, and he liked that. A royal birthday is really something. Oh, it must be a happy thing to be royal! Can you imagine? From morning till night. Yes, and during the night, too. He has to sleep royally – and snore royally. Not everybody can do that!

But the human mind is fragile. And so is a royal mind – despite of its sublimity. One Wednesday, when the prime minister, the head of the police, and the head of judges had left the room, the king took a little nap. He had recited more than ever, and he had made one decision, so he needed a rest indeed.

Then he heard the knock on the door, and his favourite servant came in with the words, “Your Majesty – there is one more guest.”

“Can it not wait?” the king said with his hand on the sceptre.

“Your Majesty. He is very polite and told me, it could not wait.”

“Oh, I have to take an important decision. Show him in!”

Oh, little did he know, that this meeting would change the whole country. Oh, now comes a sacred moment. Could it be the head of The Church? Oh, it certainly could be.

“Show him in!”

The servant bowed his head and opened the door. And – well, if the king had not been so royal, he would have fallen down from the chair, but it is a question of dignity. A boy of eleven was standing there – in front of the king – oh, my goodness!

“Your Majesty,” he said.

“Wait a minute. You very well know, that you have to listen to me first!”

“As you wish.”

“What? Well, that is the royal way it is. And you have to listen carefully.” And the king gave his recitation of the parable about the seed and the weed. Oh, it was a royal recitation. After that he was a little exhausted and sat down in his throne.

“And you wish?”

“An explanation,” the boy said.

“What?”

“You heard, sir. I do not quite understand your holy words.”

“Holy words are not supposed to be understood – they have to be listened to.”

“I tried, Your Majesty. But I cannot listen, when I do not understand.”

“I must say. What do you mean, my child?”

“This is what I wanted to ask Your Majesty. It is the same in school. I do have troubles there. I am supposed to listen to clever and important things – but I cannot do it without understanding.”

Oh, never had the kind had such a challenge! To make a decision on this issue! No, it is certainly not easy to be a king.

But he was a clever king. He could have shown the boy to the door – but he did not. The boy reminded him of his own childhood. Oh, he even longed for it.

“Tell me, what you mean, my child.”

“That I cannot understand the holy words. It was words of wisdom – and as such they have to be understood, so that the wisdom will not disappear and make the words empty and meaningless.”

Oh, would you believe it? The king got up from his chair and clapped the boy’s shoulder. “Show me to your school, my boy. You and I have to change things in this country.”

Oh, what a pride the boy felt. And would you believe me: the boy showed the king to his school, and in the middle of the classroom a royal decision was made: “Understanding is the heart of wisdom. And wisdom shall forever mark this country!”

Oh, what an ending! This story ended up in a way, I did not expect. That is the way it is with stories: you never know how they will end.

Is it not marvellous?

Manual to An Unexpected Visit

A boy can teach a king.

This is enigmatic.

Why has the king chosen such a strange habit of reading aloud for his visitors?

Every talk with him starts with his recitation.

What is his intention?

To teach his visitors?

To show his dignity?

To make his visitors weak?

To show his pride?

Why do his visitors only have three minutes to talk?

And how can he make decisions in one minute?

How did the king teach his citizens to show respect?

What is respect?

Who do you show respect?

Today there is a new visitor.

A boy of eleven!

How dares he go to the king?

Would you have done that?

Do you know the parable about the seed and the weed?

It is certainly a good parable!

Why does the boy want an explanation?

What do you think about the king’s answer: Holy words are not to be understood – only listened to?

Do you agree?

The boy cannot listen when he does not understand.

Oh!

Do you agree with this?

Is it so: Understanding comes first – then you can listen in a good way?

Now the king makes a decision.

Taught by the boy!

The wisdom of words fade away, if you do not understand them.

So you have to understand before you are ready to learn!

Is that the way it is?

Perhaps you have never thought about this before, but do discuss it anyway.

What do you think about the king’s decision?

Make a drawing of the king in the classroom.

This is a true story:

When I was a boy, I had a teacher, who made us confused. After that he explained, and then he taught us. I still remember him. In the middle of the confusion we suddenly understood a little bit, and he could go on teaching. I now see how wise he was.

You will never learn by yourself, if you are not asking for explanations.

This is the human way.

We all have different ways of learning. That is why we have to be confused to wake up our curiosity.

Deeptale VIII

The Last Day

Per Jespersen

There was an old grandparent living in a remote house far away from the town. He had no neighbours – only a lake with white swans and deep forest. But he enjoyed the beauty of the landscape every day.

Every Sunday his grandson Andy paid him a visit, and he looked forward to the boy’s visit the whole week.

They talked a lot, and Andy always had a lot of questions for his grandpa. That is the way it is with children – they love to talk to adult people, and they are curious about the world and themselves all the time. You see, if they are not, they will never grow up. Growing up is to gain more knowledge, experienced by one who has tried it.

Grandpa told him about his work in the town and the problems he has had. Periods with no money, months of illness, the loss of a daughter. But he also told Andy about his pleasure with the work as a caretaker. There were joys and there were disappointments. And he told about his youth, which was very troublesome.

“You know, Andy. Growing up and being an adult seems so easy, but it is filled up with problems and difficulties”.

“I still want to grow up” Andy says.

“Of course, Andy. We all follow God’s will.”

“Sure, Grandpa.”

They talked about this every Sunday, and Andy left his house, happy and joyful. What a grandpa, he had! Not everybody has that, but as you know: this is the will of God. Do you recall your childhood? Was it a happy one? Are there things, you will like to experience again? I have that feeling sometimes, but I have not understood it completely. But I do now after having learnt, what Andy and his beloved grandpa talked about the last day. Yes, the last day. This is both a beautiful and a sad story.

Listen!

Andy was called to his grandpa one holy Sunday with his mother and father. He saw they had tears in their eyes, but dared not asked why. But he understood, when they arrived to Grandpa’s remote house. He knew, what was going to happen: the swans were not in the lake, and it was raining in the forests in the mountains.

Oh, there was sadness everywhere.

He was sitting in Grandpa’s little kitchen, while his parents were in Grandpa’s room. He could hear some whispering from in there, and he felt the tears in his eyes. Oh, what a sad boy! But the sadness could not kill his beauty. And never did I see such beauty. Even in sorrow and grief there can be beauty.

The door opened, and his weeping parents showed him to Grandpa’s bedroom. Now he is standing in the doorway, seeing the bed surrounded by lighting candles, some of them red, some of them white. He sees the light from the candles flickering over Grandpa’s old, but smiling face.

“Are you in pain, Grandpa?”

“Yes, very much. Sit down on my bed, Andy, and take my hand. I want to feel yours for the last time.” Andy felt the tears coming, but held them back and sat down on Grandpa’s bed, putting his hand in his. Oh, he loved Grandpa. The most sincere love.

“My dear Andy. My pain disappeared. Because of your hand. Because of you.”

Is it not beauty, despite of the grief? As I told you, even grief and deep sorrow can have a profound beauty.

“I know what is coming.” Andy says.

“I know, you know.”

Silence again. Holy silence.

“Give me your wisdom, Andy. It will give me peace and tranquillity.”

Listen: Andy is speaking.

Oh!

“Grandpa, the soul is between rationality and imagination. It dwells there all the time, waiting. When we meet people, we love, it blossoms. When we meet evilness, it crumbles and makes itself a stone. But there is still beauty and truth in there, and the God-given free will is there, ready for doing the right things. It has been there from the day, we were born - it is our private paradise, from which we take our power to struggle in life. A constant longing for goodness and paradise. The heartbeat of Life, always ready in deep hoping for good things to happen. Logic and rationality always try to destroy the free will - that is why God forbid Adam and Eve to eat the fruit of The Tree Of Science. But they did, because human beings are so weak and fragile. I still have a little of my paradise in me, as I am only eleven. You are close to yours, as your mission is close to being fulfilled. The fulfillment of your mission is near, and it runs into me through your hand. Grandpa, we are one soul - one paradise - one free will. And this is a true love.”

The clouds disappeared and made space for a wonderful sunlight. The swans were there again in the lake – ready.

“Thank you, Andy,” Grandpa whispers, while his hand falls to the floor.

And watch! The swans fly in a formation with Grandpa’s soul - way up through the blue sky to Heaven.

And Andy is weeping. He jumps out of the window, picks some roses and jumps back to put them on Grandpa’s body.

And all the candles die, while Andy lies on his knees. Watch: he is smiling.

Mission fulfilled.

Oh!

Is it not beautiful!

Written in Quito after some precious philosophical lessons at Liceo Internacional with the most wonderful children you can imagine.

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Manual to The Last Day

Happy you, if you have a grandpa!

There’s nothing better.

The only way to grow up is to be curious.

Andy is curious, too.

Why is his grandpa so important to him?

What can they tell each other?

Older people are often very wise.

Is it, because they have lived for such a long time?

What does Grandpa mean, when he says, that growing up can be troublesome?

He has met disappointments.

Have you?

Do share with your classmates.

Is it Gods’ will that we grow up?

Why?

Why did he give us the free will?

Childhood is a happy period of Life!

Would it not be wonderful to stay a child forever?

Do you have experiences, which you want to live through again?

Such as?

In our modern times there are very few adults for children to talk confidentially with.

What can we do?

Can there be beauty where there is sadness?

Can grieving be beauty?

Try to give examples.

How did Andy know, that there was something wrong with his grandpa?

Can he feel it without knowing?

No swans in the lake.

Rain in the forests.

Even Nature is in grief.

Why is Andy left alone on the kitchen?

What can he hear there?

What does he see in Grandpa’s room?

Why are there lights everywhere?

How could Grandpa’s pain disappear?

Because of Andy?

A boy with his hands in a dying Grandpa’s hands

Isn’t it beautiful?

The soul is between rationality and imagination.

What a way to put it!

What do you think?

Is the soul partly rational and partly imaginative?

What is soul?

Where does the soul go, when we die?

This is a question of belief, so your answers might be very different. The important thing is, that YOU find your way of seeing it. Some believe, that the soul is reborn, some believe, that it goes to Heaven, and some believe, that there is no such thing as a soul. You have to find your own belief.

For you there is only your belief!

It’s a private thing for you.

Therefore, belief is something very precious.

The diamond in your mind.

We have a free will.

What can destroy it?

What happens to us, if it is destroyed?

Never destroy anybody else’s belief.

Never ever!

Why were Adam and Eve not supposed to eat the fruit of the tree?

Were they so fragile, that they were tempted?

Does this fragility count for all of us?