If You Run Away From

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

How Massively The Mountains Stand, While Low To The Ground The Sand Blows. The Sand Blows On And On. And Then There Are No Mountains, None At All, The Sand Has Kissed And Whispered Them Away. And Still, The Sand Blows On.

You Should Visit Before You Pass Judgment On A Place.

No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?