Picked from the grass, brought home by a kind man, and adopted, Aadam was supposed to be a bit different, and he grew up to be precisely what he was supposed to be, neither more nor less, wonderfully Picked from the grass, brought home by a kind man, and adopted, Aadam was supposed to be a bit different, and he grew up to be precisely what he was supposed to be, neither more nor less, wonderfully balanced, happy and cheerful, extremely free and extremely vigilant. He could say that the grass was one of his mothers, though he had never said such a thing. He had never told anyone who he was, nor was he allowed to reveal it. He loved things for the sake of love, and it was helping him, loving things, appreciating and adoring them, talking like an admirer of the world, making everything around him look lovely, even the bad and ugly ones. ...more