I thought words have some miraculous power to communicate. I thought human hearts can hear the whisper of eternal love. I was wrong. Human body is a better tool. But religion and some sefish genes kept our bodies and hearts apart. I knew religions are weapons of mass destruction and you worship some god who is always merciful to you but malicious to me. And I know how weapons of mass destruction become a religion. Your words heal my cancerous thoughts, yet you chose to play with the poison and cyanide of whims.