Spare Me The Political Events

Love Has The Power That Dispels Death; Charm That Conquers The Enemy.

Of The Good In You I Can Speak, But Not Of The Evil. For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst? Verily When Good Is Hungry It Seeks Food Even In Dark Caves, And When It Thirsts It Drinks Even Of Dead Waters.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.