I was not always black-clad, nor always evil... but not always old either! I was young... with a pure soul and light-colored clothes. Then, I got lost in the fog... and when I 'found' myself, I was standing among GOOD-hearted beings... and I added the suffix 'BAD' to remind me of my lost innocence!... I came into life in the 60s, the time when the leaves turn green and the branches bloom... in a calm and beautiful refuge: facing the Thracian Sea. I learned letters - writing and reading - in the schools of the world, useless knowledge... that gave me neither fulfillment nor joy. When I craved the Knowledge of God (the 'experience' of Theogony...) I fled to Agionori... where I settled down and have been living for half a century now, studying in a Workshop of obedience-fasting-vigilance-prayer... and happily learning, from the beginning, the 'alphabet' of our living Faith. As I ascend my 7th decade, and heading towards the exit of life (and the entrance of life), I explore by 'mapping' my depths... knowing and healing my passions, within the spiritual hospitalization of the 'psychiatric hospital' (hospital for souls) of Manna-Church. Even though the 'snowstorm' of old age has already begun to lay the 'snow' on my head... my soul is 'rejuvenating' -with God- like all the souls of repentant Christ-worshippers, as I taste (without even deserving it!) the sweetness of Divine Love... writing about It insatiably...!