Love.

Today, is the purest representation of Love that there is. It breaks down everything we've ever come to know. Those of you who have witnessed the sacrifice of one life for another has tasted this Love. A Love so besides itself, with one purpose, to save.

The love of the earth is hurtful, selfish, and boastful. It takes and gives nothing to fulfill it's lust and satisfy the hunger put deep inside from the one who lies.

But.

The Love of the world is pure. It is righteous and alive. It is in the smile of a child, the hands of the mission, and eyes of a new Father. Love has not fled this earth. It does not require relentless searching. For it is all around and all are capable.

I heard something that made me very sad in my American Lit class. Walt Whitman had a dream much like the ideal world. Where there was nothing but Love and understanding. Peace and Patience. Smiles and what everyone else called, ignorance. So many were ready to argue that the world will, and can never be the way Whitman wishes. That as humans, we are incapable of replacing our malice and hatred with Love.

Why not try?