Miracles do not insult logic.

We must be too busy—to get ugly.

They who becry life, retreat within, once you tie a lifeline to their virtuous cycle, they will never understand the label of death.

Pulling up society creates. An atmosphere. Overwhelmingly, destroying pulling reservations, when others are in unison. Where people are pulling together with precision while maintaining vision. In a breath.

Bourgeoise. Proletariat. It is all relative.

Truths live, lies die.

All blame is a poor stance, if you perchance upon it.

When people become emboldened to become a golden source, of silent activity together, they become the greater—united as a harbinger of peace for themselves, their nation and the world, as the sun rises and sets.

If you hold a beggarly attitude, towards life,do not expect everyone you meet, to be a philanthropist, to you

I choose peace, over things I might hear about others, if I put my ear close to the wind!