This Is What We Call Love. When

Only The Following Items Should Be Considered To Be Grave Faults: Not Respecting Another's Rights; Allowing Oneself To Be Paralyzed By Fear; Feeling Guilty; Believing That One Does Not Deserve The Good Or Ill That Happens In One's Life; Being A Coward. We Will Love Our Enemies, But Not Make Alliances With Them. They Were Placed In Our Path In Order To Test Our Sword, And We Should, Out Of Respect For Them, Struggle Against Them. We Will Choose Our Enemies.

When Someone Leaves, It's Because Someone Else Is About To Arrive.

Our Time On This Earth Is Sacred, And We Should Celebrate Every Moment. The Importance Of This Has Been Completely Forgotten: Even Religious Holidays Have Been Transformed Into Opportunities To Go To The Beach Or The Park Or Skiing. There Are No More Rituals. Ordinary Actions Can No Longer Be Transformed Into Manifestations Of The Sacred. We Cook And Complain That It's A Waste Of Time, When We Should Be Pouring Our Love Into Making That Food. We Work And Believe It's A Divine Curse, When We Should Be Using Our Skills To Bring Pleasure And To Spread The Energy Of The Mother.

It Is Not Necessary To Move Mountains In Order To Prove One's Faith.

It Was All A Matter Of Control. And Choice. Nothing More, Nothing Less