Hope is the answer when all else fades away.

So much suffering and heartache bourne upon this worldly plain, so many caught up in it that can't see beyond their pain. Cries the wisdom of the ages all wounds are healed in time. Like a beacon to the future shines the inspiration that Hope is the answer.

Declare peace. It is time to heal all things war's torn to shreds. Decalre peace. We shall not take stock in violence ever again.

One world, one people two sexes both equal, twelve billion eyes, six billion souls see through them, but just one race and that is human.

History has taught us, there is no way to win a war. No matter how badly you crush them, those you hate shall rise once more. Yet, we have witnessed this same scene being played time after time. Let us end this vicious cycle and take a positive step in the name of life. Declare Peace.

     There are two kinds of power. One is actual power. The other is perceived power. Actual power is conferred by status or position in a given society. Those who have perceived power often do not have actual power but have the confidence of the masses. The right person with perceived power can have a profound affect on the will of The People. This, in time, can force the will of the powerful to bend. . Those with actual power have money and weapons and armies to back up their power. Those with perceived power are merely backed up by a thought. That thought however, can defeat armies, make weapons useless and money obsolete because armies and weapons and money cannot stop a great thought or a great idea once it begins to take hold.

I am just like you. Caught up in the pages of a working class novel. The humming of the computer, the ring of the register, they are my constant companions.

When the night is cold and you are weary and the burdens that you carry too much. It's a special kind of comfort, to know that you are loved. Soon the burdens that you carry seem petty and the shackles around your soul melt away and the love that you feel surrounds you and somehow gives you strength.

What a warm feeling it is to be held, to be touched, to be cared for with tender affection but most of all, to be loved.

Once I saw a rich man sink to his knees and begin weeping. He built a mighty empire of concrete and steal but without love, he was nothing.