Perhaps, some day, humanity can start afresh, a new world, a tabula rasa, a world with a mind without prior experiences. No memories and no pain. A day when the ones with abundance do not look down at the poor and the needy, a day when we learn to care for the victims, the fallen souls of civilization and advancement, a day when the world will be pure. When all of humanity becomes a clean sheet of parchment, without knowledge and prejudice, simple, hungry for knowing, tasting, and feeling; hungry for life and ready to absorb the ink of experience.

How or by what magic is it, that we convey our thoughts to one another with such case and accuracy?

I am immortal until God's work for me to do is done. The Lord reigns.

The spirit of Christ is the spirit of missions. The nearer we get to Him, the more intensely missionary we become.

The power of gentleness is irresistible.

The man who pauses in his honesty wants little of a villain.

I have rightfully no other business each day but to do God's work as a servant, constantly regarding His pleasure. May I have grace to live above every human motive, simply with God and to God.