We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I
Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water, and he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. His actions to his language accord, his words to his large heart give utterance due, his heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.