It is odd to realize that there are plenty of people who would look upon goodwill and caring as indicative of weakness.

On the contrary, it takes a deep, slow-burning intensity of continuous determination to be able to find and consult the morality present in a loving heart.

Yet, bombast and insults and intimidation are looked upon as ways of power.  Compared to maintaining the conviction that there is hope for the world, and the effort it takes to see the grandeur of clouds and the delicate wonder of leaves that still exist beyond the vast and dead mechanisms of modernity – mockery and nihilism are the easiest options I can picture.  Despair, hate, flippancy : it all just seems to equate to the cowardice of giving up.  Dismissing the wonders of life to revel in the smallness of ignorance.

How very weak and lazy and vile, to abandon the feeding of the feeling heart.