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Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.
David Paul -
All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.
David Paul
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For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.
David Paul -
The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.
David Paul -
For our hope in the future is cosmic, forging human history into eternity.
David Paul -
Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn't a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
David Paul -
Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.
David Paul -
We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.
David Paul