This is a great irony; bomb blast, not love, gets us united.

Love is one and one is love.

The blind meet more 'Angels' than every other being.

Get united_ for the most difficult shirt to tuckin is the unbuttoned.

Things are beautiful_not when they are dispersed, but when united; even 'the ugly', when grouped together, forms a collection of attracting entity.

Love is jealousy_ but not otherwise.