We've been there on World Wars, it's time for World Party I.
A poet's first contract is with truth.
Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
When we love there is no reason why.
What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave.