There is no evil like hatred, and no fortitude like patience.
All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.
Others are my main concern. When I notice something of mine, I steal it and give it to others.
May those whose hell it is to hate and hurt be turned into lovers bringing flowers.
How wonderful will it be when all beings experience each other as limbs on the one body of life.
We are all slaves of our own actions. Why be angry with anyone else?