The Only Sins Are Violations Of Love.

Hot Air Expands, And Seriously Pompous Attitude Is The Inflation Of Choice By Those Lacking Substance.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.

Fear Plants The Whisper To Beware But Doesn't Look To See Who's There.

Our True Enemies Are: Ignorance And Limitation.

A Cure For War? Furiously Spending The Same Daily Amount Of Money Toward Making Friends. Being An Indispensable Source Of Food, Shelter, Peace, And Cultural Support Dedicatedly Spending 9 Billion Dollars A Month On Helping People Would Be A Formidable Enemy Of Evil.