A line appearing almost daily in newspapers, after murders in broad daylight, religious places vandalized, or assaults committed is that the ‘police were mute spectators!’ I decided to visit a police station on the wings of my rather vivid imagination and find out why policemen had become mute spectators.

 ‘Sir,” said the policeman to whom I fist asked the question, “Do you like my uniform?”

“Of course!” I said.

Was invited by a Jewish family living in Manhattan to share their Shabbat on a Friday when I once visited New York, and as I watched the four candles being lit, two for the couple, my two friends and the smaller ones for their two children, I saw in their eyes, and in all the prayers offered the ever increasing need for peace.

Outside, on the streets of New York I heard the often constant sound of traffic and every once in a while the sound of police sirens and in that moment there in that peaceful room was a flicker of fear, as the harsh, grinding, noise of that police vehicle made everyone flinch.

Been watchin' an old video of the Chinese Olympic opening night over a decade ago, and been gazing spellbound at them eleven thousand sports people from all over the world, stampin' their footprints on huge parchment paper at Beijing. Remarkable idea what? Maybe huh, just maybe years later they tell children, grandchildren, "You know that parchment paper, it's got me footprints on it?" And lil' children, they giggle, then whisper to all and sundry, "Our granddad's left his feet marks in China!"

But then suddenly me ole brain it start to think, oh yes it do, of ordinary you and ordinary me, also recording our own smelly footprints every single day of your life and mine.

"Recorded on parchment paper?" I hear you askin.

'……May the outer and inward man be one..'    Socrates

Years ago as a teenager, I remember seeing Gregory Peck in Mc Kennas Gold and telling myself that wow, I would love to be that man. He was one of the handsomest men I had ever seen on or off screen. But the most beautiful part of Peck was his life was as lovely and wonderful as his image on screen. There was no difference between the inner and outer man. There shown through him an unending feeling of goodness.

I opened the morning paper and frowned as I read headlines about inflation in India, “This is ridiculous!” I muttered to myself, “as usual the USA is jealous of us, China wants to belittle us and the UK wants to prove we were never worthy of our freedom. Ridiculous!”

"What is dad?"