You are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.
Richard BachWhy? What is so wonderful about mass murder that nobody in the history of the world has ever fond any smarter solution to problems than killing everybody who doesnโt agree? Is that the limit of human intelligence?
Richard BachIf we agree that the world is not what it seems, then we have an important question: What shall we do about it?
Richard Bach