There is a deep longing for something, we know not what. As we approach it we will shed tears. Tears of joy and wonder will flow as we draw near to the heart of our heart.
What is this strange mystery? Billions of souls, each with a story as important and consuming as our own, are all around us, waiting for our hearts to burst open. They are waiting for the floodgates of love to open wide and wash away the walls of ignorance that separate us from being whole, and from being a whole people.
Without the inclusion of all, our hearts remain only partially full, still hollow and aching for fulfillment. Tears of longing are golden. They pay the price to enter into fullness.
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