I think there is a sense of being forced at this time to look at America's really large shadow and that's not all that bad.

She thought of how precious it was to be able to know another person over many years. There was incomparable richness in it.

I'm one in what I do and what I say and what I believe.

It just seems clear to me that as long as we are all here, it's pretty clear that the struggle is to share the planet, rather than divide it.

Just because I don't harass it like some peoples us know don't mean I ain't got religion.

It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.

It matters to me that I feel loved by the universe - and I do.