I speak of love.

I speak of love. Because the hunger to know myself is my call to understand that incandescence which fills everything with perfection and grace.

I speak of peace. Because the contentment of being myself kindles in my spirit forgiveness for my brother, for the world and for me.

I speak of pragmatism. Because I make reality with every step, with the skill of my sharpness and the clarity of my aims.

I speak of beauty. Because order opens my eyes to the greatness of each note in its melody and of each star in its twinkling.

I speak of sincerity. Because the luminous harshness of what I see heals my need to fantasize, to pity myself and to believe.

I speak of silence. Because here, tiny and ignorant before the splendorous magnificence of life, I had better say nothing at all.