A kingdom of a million miles is like an ocean that shatters heavy iron. Yet greater is the star of love which is present among us and still beyond the world. Excellent is the forgotten showering of the heart which is found in our deepest and most intimate of spirits. The essence of our dream is love tender in mercy, yet also strong and stoic, like some fountain of water that shoots upward into the infinite facelessness of the cosmos above me. It is a mind focused upon the transcendent yet able to give kindness into the flesh of the world. It stands upon the world yet feels of things beyond the world. It knows that intelligence without wisdom is folly, that success without humility is poison; and so human strength is nothing at the moment of death, and the pride of mortals is like the strength of the sun which breaks itself into nothing.