Glaubt ihr, dass die Teams einem erlauben die Schreine zu benutzen oder ist das zu kostbar.
'Maturity,' father had slowly begun,'
Is knowing you're wrong and accepting it, son.
There's prudence in pausing with patience and joy -
And hearing the wisdom in others, my boy.
'A person's perspective,' he said with a smile,
'Is plain if you walk in their shoes for a while.
And if you can do it - if maybe you do -
You might understand, and agree that it's true.'
I followed his reasons, and nodded, polite;
Perhaps that was logic - perhaps he was right.
Perhaps there was truth in his claim all along...
'I'm twenty,' I countered: 'I'm right, and you're wrong.'
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.