Mírnou oklikou – Kačer Jan (2005)

I set off to my mom's and now I'm taking a slight detour. In the places it leads through, I've spent some time and there are many secrets. And harmony is becoming more and more elusive. Once, I heard about a little girl who loved Lad's painting of a water sprite sitting by the moonlight on the bank of a pond so much that she liked the full moon so much that she kept poking at it with her little finger until she ate it. I too want to be in awe of the infinite beauty, to swallow the trees and the lush meadows and the deer in the glade and the buzzards above us and the water from the stream. And when I return and look into the endless plain with the yellowing rye, the drying stream with alders and modest birches, I hear the local train whistling near Moravan and I gaze towards Chrudim, all the way to the Iron Mountains, and into the sky and the clouds, I know that I am home. And I want, like that little girl, to hold everything forever as a picture, as a reality, as a reality that begins beyond the boundaries of art. And through a delicate crack between the clouds, the sun breaks through and behind it peeks out he, the lord of all and his measure, who caused it all, and I hear something that sounds like... love. A free continuation of the author's biographical bestseller I'm Going to Mom.