It was the moon, you know, that taught me to believe, or at least to attempt belief. Yes, my friend, it was the moon; so vast, so beautiful, close and yet far, always changing, always returning.
Death and the world can darken your thoughts, darken your hope. That’s why you must hold on to life and to your dreams. With both hands. Brother. Sister.
Through the direction and nature of our attention, we prove ourselves to be partners in creation, both of the world and of ourselves.
Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasion of love among and between peoples.
There is a voice that doesn't use words — Listen!