I once saw Liam Neeson walking down sixth avenue in Manhattan. I wanted to approach him, but I was conflicted: this guy can't walk ten feet without having to acknowledge, "Yes, I'm that celebrity, yes, you recognize my face, yes, you're a big fan." over and over again every day until he dies. Yeah, he's rich and has access to a life of luxury, but I imagined he still longs to return to his previous life, his life as just a person, just some guy. I ended up not trying to talk to Liam Neeson. Likewise, I wonder if Kestas(PBUH) ever grows weary of the god-worship he encounters on Webdip. I yearn even now to genuflect, to sing out my praise for his holiness, but I hold my tongue, for the same reason I resisted speaking to Liam Neeson.
Hi Kestas