Love does not consist in gazing at each other (one perfect sunrise gazing at another!) but in looking outward together in the same direction. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.

We are asked today to feel compassionately for everyone in the world; to digest intellectually all the information spread out in public print; and to implement in action every ethical impulse aroused by our hearts and minds. The interrelatedness of the world links us constantly with more people than our hearts can hold. Or rather — for I believe the heart is infinite — modern communication loads us with more problems than the human frame can carry.

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.