A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another, yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life's endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates life's beginnings, along with all the muted and explosive moments that surface between the two extremes.

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. --from The Light, That Never Dies

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Dare to love yourself

Because Mr. Mandelas early opponents invested so many resources into distorting the true nature of his advocacy, the singular historic moment millions now celebrate could have been tragically lost to guerrilla decontextualization.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.