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One Night, A Group Of Moths Gathered On A Shelf Watching A Burning Candle. Puzzled By The Nature Of The Light, They Sent One Of Their Members To Go And Check On It. The Scouting Moth Circled The Candle Several Times And Came Back With A Description: The Light Was Bright. Then A Second Moth Went To Examine It. He, Too, Came Back With An Observation: The Light Was Hot. Finally A Third Moth Volunteered To Go. When He Approached The Candle He Didn't Stop Like His Friends Had Done, But Flew Straight Into The Flame. He Was Consumed There And Then, And Only He Understood The Nature Of The Light.

We Cannot Abandon This Rabbit Hole For Fear Of A Traumatic Encounter With Our Own Culture.

Where There Is Love, There Is Bound To Be Heartache.

I Believe In Optimism Of The Will, Pessimism Of The Intellect. But My Hope Is The People, The Society, Which Is Ahead Of The Government.

Hell Is In The Here And Now. So Is Heaven. Quit Worrying About Hell Or Dreaming About Heaven, As They Are Both Present Inside Us This Very Moment. Every Time We Fall In Love, We Ascend To Heaven. Every Time We Hate, Envy, Or Fight Someone, We Tumble Straight Into The Fires Of Hell.