...we must be saved by the final form of love which is *forgiveness*.”

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

I am here you are here we are here they are here everyone is everywhere no one is nowhere we’re all somewhere there is no out there you are here