Even in prosperous times the living robbed the dead
It is the dirt within men’s hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.
Hate engenders loneliness and despair
There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflic...
The heart’s capacity to love is infinite
Survival was more than the preservation of life. It was tenacity in the face of ruin, an unbroken resolve in the midst of defeat, a glimmer of hope in the maelstrom, and peace despite the wreckage.
