We are far apart; it is indeed a miracle when two men of distinct schools of thought join to kindle under the fire of a united friendship. Friendship is divine, but it necessitates a spirit to eliminate distance.

Our distances become intimacies, and isolated continuous points on a graph, viewed at a far enough space, form a union. Moments flicker with weeks un-felt. The vehicle is designed for generating miles, but it seems to only produce roads. You may reach anyone on all the four corners but each is trapped within his orbit. The man who hungers for totality, only he lives within; but what are we to make of the planet of particulars? Where every vote is an allegiance, every acusation of our way of life a threat, and every victory a duality.

Each mistakes the limits of his perception for the shores of truth. Deprivation and want are genuinely palpable, yet so is the inertia that never transforms to kinetic force. The body is victim of its violence and fruit of his circumstance, he flirts with the fences of his garden but never jumps. It seems to flow like dusk follows dawn. Nature, however, begins where we conclude, and as such I consume the whole universe particle for particle within the strict composition of my essence.

I lament many will surpass eternities without having stepped foot in this one, ceasing to be without having been, that death should be a secret aspiration and lethargy a refuge, that faith manifest only in the saint, valor in the resistant, peace in the meek, and victory in the callous.

The true man is not ambitious is a mean-spirited way, but remains faithful to his principles. He lives not for profit but for God, and thus in the spirit of his own perfection. Let him meet his fate, and if he shall fail at doing so, he should be accused of nothing other than that he dared.

The mass seeks numbers, outcomes, gains, profit, and it is a geniune obsession of the american his love for algebra. But life is, in its most intimate, geometry. It is axiomatic but it always fits.

I fear that our idolatry has made us deaf-mute. These sacrifice to truth, those to leisure, others to pleasure, the rest to vanity, and yet all to ignorance.