It was the purest love without purpose other than love itself. Without tenure or jealousy.

Antonio José Bolívar se ocupaba de mantenerlos a raya, en tanto los colonos destrozaban la selva construyendo la obra maestra del hombre civilizando: el desierto.

At the root of all this is purity. Where there is purity there love grows. When purity and love come together, there is bliss (Ananda).

He who loves with purity considers not the gift of the lover, but the love of the giver

Love is pure like the fresh fallen snow unencumbered by yesterday’s debris.

. . . meekness,love, purity, these are the things that should magnify us.