We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.
For our hope in the future is cosmic, forging human history into eternity.
All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.
Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.
There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn't a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.