Words can be said in bitterness and anger and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away they just echo around.
But does that mean that war and violence are inevitable? I would argue not...
I love each and every one of you but like my own family you thrill you...
I had become with the approach of night once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
