“God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of those smells that beguile and inebriate the mind, who like a fine drunken horse of water the heart now rides, galloping wild in every direction like a river flooding right through the topsoil of your youth, cutting and eroding a groove that will be your life, a canyon sunk deep into the virgin plains and unsawn forests of your early days.” MindHeartSoulWaterCuttingYouthFineSpringRiversHorseWarmSmellForestsHopefulVirginsDeliciousFloatsGrooveCanyonsDreamyFloodingAromaGallopingTopsoil Author:Martin Prechtel