In the dim background of mind we know what we ought to be doing but somehow we cannot start.

We cannot wish for that we know not.

If we cannot agree, then at least we ought to move on.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree.

We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are.