Backward, turn backward,
O Time, in your flight make me a child again just for to-night!
We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.
You look at it, but it is not to be seen; Its name is Formless. You listen to it, but it is not to be heard; Its name is Soundless. You grasp it, but it is not to be held; Its name is Bodiless. These three elude all scrutiny. And hence they blend and become one.
The darkest night is often the bridge to the brightest tomorrow. Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.
