Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.

Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.

Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

Poets can't worry about popularity since loving life and humanity involves saying what some people don't want to hear.

The only sins are violations of Love.

A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of food, shelter, peace, and cultural support dedicatedly spending 9 billion dollars a month on helping people would be a formidable enemy of evil.

How enlightened is wearing God like some do Versace?