Häufig wird in der Liebe zwischen begehrend und schenkend unterschieden, zwischen Eros und Agape. Doch es gibt nur eine Liebe. Denn es gibt keine echte Agape ohne begehrende Sinnlichkeit und keinen echten Eros ohne ein schenkendes Wohlwollen.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea ...
Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children Being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie They speak of human disease But we do what we want And we think what we please
Have you lived the experience? Have you witnessed the plague? People making babies Sometimes just to escape In this land of competition The compassion is gone Yet we ignore the needy And we keep pushing on
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless. Like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
