For this entry I have picked a classic song from the old Greek rock band Xylina Spathia (“Wooden Swords”). Like you I'd like to be like you sailboat with its sails open those who lead me to the tempest on every sandy beach to offer them a homeland I'd like to be like you a small tree with spread branches to not grieve, to not understand to warm those who throw me to the fire I'd like to be like you isolated lighthouse atop worn rocks ages gone by without a ship in sight yet I keep flashing every night I'd like to be like you a dovelet with ripped wings to stand by the Symblegades [dire straits] and observe the world's fugitives pass by The universe cannot have each person as its epicentre, while an omnipotent and omniscient god would have no need to wait, listen, or experiment with us…