Poverty Hides Itself In Thought

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

Should You Really Open Your Eyes And See, You Would Behold Your Image In All Images. And Should You Open Your Ears And Listen, You Would Hear Your Own Voice In All Voices.

Beauty Shall Rise With The Dawn From The East.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.