And how far would you take your beliefs?

How much do you trust what you are fighting for?

Watch your step, wanderer.

For the surer you feel, the muddier the ground you tread.

What do you know of the tales you hear here and there?

What can you know of the why behind actions that are not yours?

"Them," you say, without knowing who you are.

"Us," you say, shutting them out with hatred.

But you need no identity that separates you.

This identity you believe in is your undoing.

Whom are you defending yourself from, if we are one?

Whom do you attack, if your actions fail too?

The darkness you criticize is part of you.

You are not looking at the world, but at the speck in your own eye.

When you look at yourself, you can understand the world.

When you recognize yourself, you are one with the world.

When you see a murderer and say "I," all is well.

There are no empires that can enslave you.

There are no governments that can rule you.

There are no beliefs that can limit you.

Trust, you are here.