...the Endless Repetition Of An Ordinary Miracle.

The Thing That Binds Us Together Is That We Have Both Lowered Our Expectations Of Life

We Had No Desire To Live In Istanbul, Nor In Paris Or New York. Let Them Have Their Discos And Dollars, Their Skycrapers And Supersonics Transports. Let Them Have Their Radios And Their Color Tv, Hey, We Have Ours, Don't We? But We Have Something They Don't Have. Heart. We Have Heart. Look, Look How The Light Of Life Seeps Into My Very Heart

Most Of The Time It's Not The Europeans Who Belittle Us. What Happens When We Look At Them Is That We Belittle Ourselves. When We Undertake The Pilgrimage, It's Not Just To Escape The Tyranny At Home But Also To Reach To The Depths Of Our Souls. The Day Arrives When The Guilty Must Return To Save Those Who Could Not Find The Courage To Leave.

Now Everyone Is Prouder And Poorer

...the Endless Repetition Of An Ordinary Miracle.