I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language

I know it is something of a cliche to say that love makes all things possible, but I believe it does. It is not a magic wand that can be waved over life to make it all sweet and lovely and trouble free, but it can give the energy to fight the odds and win.

I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.