Thank you, dear thing I cannot call you human, or animal, or rock, or leaf, or element; I can call you universe. You have created us as angels – we are your angels – you have equipped us with all that is necessary to understand, but somehow we do not understand. We have tried, memory is a blessed quality.
You have given us everything to make this whisper in time a perfect paradise.
Truly the forces for bad are as strong as are those for good.
It revolves around such a simple emotion known as love, and laughter, and whimsey; but the most important one of these is love.
– Arthur Kraft 1971