Poetry Is A Subset Of

Mediocrity Inspires Neither Great Love Nor Hate.

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.

Looking Up And Out, How Can We Not Respect This Ever-vigilant Cognizance That Distinguishes Us: The Capability To Envision, To Dream, And To Invent? The Ability To Ponder Ourselves? And Be Aware Of Our Existence On The Outer Arm Of A Spiral Galaxy In An Immeasurable Ocean Of Stars? Cognizance Is Our Crest.

Where You See Valid Achievements Or Virtue Being Attacked, It's By Someone Viewing Them As A Mirror Of Their Own Inadequacy Instead Of An Inspiring Beacon For Excellence.

We Are The Ancestors Of Those Gardening The Universe.