Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

It Doesnt Always Help Us To Love The World,but It Does Prevent Us From Hating The World.

You Can't Kill Love. You Can't Even Kill It With Hate. You Can Kill In-love, And Loving, And Even Loveliness. You Can Kill Them All, Or Numb Them Into Dense, Leaden Regret, But You Can't Kill Love Itself. Love Is The Passionate Search For A Truth Other Than Your Own; And Once You Feel It, Honestly And Completely, Love Is Forever. Every Act Of Love, Every Moment Of The Heart Reaching Out, Is A Part Of The Universal Good: It's A Part Of God, Or What We Call God, And It Can Never Die.

Didier Once Told Me, In A Rambling, Midnight Dissertation, That A Dream Is The Place Where A Wish And A Fear Meet. When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, He Said, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.

There's A Truth Deeper Than Experience. It's Beyond What We See, Or Even What We Feel. It's An Order Of Truth That Separates The Profound From The Merely Clever, And The Reality From The Perception. We're Helpless, Usually, In The Face Of It; And The Cost Of Knowing It, Like The Cost Of Knowing Love, Is Sometimes Greater Than Any Heart Would Willingly Pay. It Doesn't Always Help Us To Love The World, But It Does Prevent Us From Hating The World. And The Only Way To Know That Truth Is To Share It, From Heart To Heart, Just As Prabhakar Told It To Me, Just As I'm Telling It To You Now.

One, What Would Happen If Everyone Did This Thing? Two, Would This Help Or Hinder The Movement Toward Universal Ultimate Complexity?