Author: Victor Konoplev

Translator: Mark Karamian

Obviously, it was God’s decision to blow the winds from the top of Mount Ararat to a tiny city, located thousands of miles away from it, exactly when my parents planed to conceive me. I willingly believe in this, because I felt the attracting power and spiritual verve on my own skin during that very moment when I saw Mount Ararat for the first time, crossing the Ararat Valley.

By a chance discovery, the centuries-old “recharges” of Mount Ararat and its genetic code was so identical to the planetary genetic code, that they became my very own and too familiar just like the air we breath, or the wind causing us to wrap ourselves in clothing, or, on the contrary, we embrace it with open arms as we face Mount Ararat to regain our equilibrium. Just like the sand in the desert, being secret and extremal, or the fertile soil providing us very generously with its gravely important vital necessities, this gives me now a clear perception of the astonishing attraction of the offsprings of Noah.

Armenia is simply the Universe, unlimited and all-embracing with its “black holes” and galaxies, but in contrast to outer space, there is no vacuum there. On the contrary, Armenia is filled with scents, taste, a striking display of visual marvels … And it’s not like rubbing amber to cause an electrostatic phenomena, but Armenia is amalgamated through essence and uniqueness of every element of that construction, combining the designation of exceptional qualities of All-Armenian phenomenon in a permanent critical moment of truth of the uniqueness of its existence, allowing it to expand the boundaries of its own universe. And, as there are no two similar stars in space, there are no two similar Armenians, likewise. This individuality and irrationality of the Armenian people is one of the most existential for no other nation can be compared to them.

Armenia, often sharing boarders with others, over the centuries not only was interwoven within the rich layers of history, but it has laid a firm ground by propagating their neighbours with the genius of its essence. The Armenians have sprouted up in them so rapidly and conveniently that even the introverted “breeders” can’t completely eradicate this culture.

The Armenians as a historical reality took place as far as the history of mankind took place. We find them documented on every page of human civilization: in the Bible and in cuneiform tablets or narrations of chroniclers. And this domestically peculiar self-consciousness encourages and validates some or irritates and antagonizes others, mainly the barbarians and nomads. The Armenians, because of their natural openness, honesty and somewhat child’s credulity have always been victims of historical intrigue and machinations. The fact is so amazing, that the Armenians instead of being bitter, they re-built their homes, created their families and have faithfully served their country. This is not a historical mission to demonstrate to the entire world, especially the necessity of being human, of being that the world longs for in a global sense.

Their harmonious planetary existence is confirmed by each sign of Mesripian alphabet. When one is dealing with them fist, one truly enjoys the perfection of each line, each bend and each bulge of the alphabet. They are not simply signs. They are turns and bends of the very vital lines owed to the Armenians: the periods of their peace and war, the embodiment of their spiritual essence, the identity of the Armenian nature — the controversial and zestfully beautiful at the same time. Some researchers of the Aremenian alphabet have already noticed that the number of elements in the angular and rounded letters of the Armenian alphabet are the same. It become known that the roundness of Armenian letters always strive for peace. However, in reality, it becomes very obvious that the lines and corners grant the Armenian alphabet the golden seal of harmony. Learning the Armenian alphabet, one can see in the curved section of the line an inexhaustible stock of ideas and creativity. This is subconscious desire to inventively think and live in the environment that gives rise to a significantly large number of talented and self sufficient people.

Armenia is difficult to be understood in the context of the the historical conditions surrounding its history. Armenia exists as a feeling, as a state of mind and condition of soul. Armenia is so turbulently temptatious and emotional, that its energy rolls over, permeates through and through, and tears apart from its routine. Armenia is like a violin, being able to cause the sounds of the ebb and the flow of love, a storm of outrage, streams of nostalgia, fires of passion and flare of revelations. Evidently, God’s Angel Himself plays on this violin by protecting Armenia. While this charming melody keeps sounding, the Armenians will not cease to pass away, meaning that this sensationally marvelous condition of love will never expire or die.