I can’t see my city. But I can feel it. The system isn’t working. And it’s rotten. Corrupt. But this is our city. Not his. And we can take it back, together. The weak… The strong… All of us… Resist. Rebel. Rebuild. Because we are the city. Without fear.
Foreign kids don’t speak English. But they do speak karate.
Everyone needs to belong to something bigger than themselves. Yes, there is strength in numbers, but maybe it’s simpler. Maybe humans just feel better when they know they are not alone on this Earth.
An enemy is someone who stands on the opposite side of what you believe in. Maybe when the goal is as important as saving the Earth, there is no such thing as an enemy.
A canola flower never blooms alone. They bloom in a bunch.
“They all think their road is the only way. Don’t they understand that all roads lead to the Divine? They simply take different paths to get there.”
