We were never as beautiful as we are today. Every moment, every whisper that passes from the lips of time to the center of our heart cleanses us, makes us new again, if only we allow it. This is not fanciful philosophy, but beautiful truth.

Outer beauty can be seen with the eye and is, at it's very best, a mere reflection of light; each transmission dead before it leaves for it's final destination.

Inner beauty is felt by all who encounter it; and is, at the very least, a tiny vibration of perfect pitch in a world that is severely out of tune. At best, it is an eternal representation of why we continue the struggle; an understanding of the human condition to be passed from heart to heart and mind to mind until the end of hate and judgement is upon us.

Choose love, be fearless today.