Evil, it seems to me, is an acute form of ignorance.
If I have time to be angry, then I must also have time to love.
And if I love, I have no time to be angry.
And time itself is an illusion.
Will these words reach you before we are gone?
Will they reach anyone?
What can that matter, if we love?
Recently Banned Literature, February 21, 2018
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