There Is An Afterlife. I Am Convinced

As Long As You Still Have One Bridge Left, Nothing Is Lost. But From The Moment That You Cannot Even Understand The Storytelling Or The Music Of Other Cultures Anymore, Then We Become Strangers To Each Other And The Situation Will Become Very Complicated.

We Must Dress According To The Dictates Of Fashion, Make Love Whether We Feel Like It Or Not, Kill In The Name Of Our Country, Wish Time Away So That Retirement Comes More Quickly, Elect Politicians, Complain About The Cost Of Living, Change Our Hairstyle, Criticize Anyone Who's Different, Go To A Religious Service And Beg Forgiveness For Our Sins And Puff Ourselves Up With Pride Because We Know The Truth And Despise The Other Tribe Who Worships A False God.

I Don't Choose. Normally It's The Book That Chooses Me.

If Someone Is Capable Of Loving His Partner Without Restrictions, Unconditionally, Then He Is Manifesting The Love Of God. If The Love Of God Becomes Manifest, He Will Love His Neighbor. If He Loves His Neighbor, He Will Love Himself. If He Loves Himself, Then Everything Returns To Its Proper Place.

For The Warrior Of Light There Is No Such Thing As An Impossible Love. He Is Not Intimidated By Silence, Indifference Or Rejection. He Knows That, Behind The Mask Of Ice That People Wear, There Beats A Heart Of Fire. Without Love, He Is Nothing.