The Infinite Subject

Tonight, I was having dinner at my parent's home with my parents, 2 of my uncles, 2 of my aunts and my best friend. I suddenly realized during the dinner how infinite the subject of what we are living is. We talked about it for all the evening and it never got boring. There is something exquisite and infinitely poetic in what we are doing. some people were intelligent enough to see it.

I have a passion burning inside me when talking about my farm.
I am born again.