I don't know who I am. And I don't think people ever will know who they are. We have to be humble enough to learn to live with this mysterious question. Who am I? So, I am a mystery to myself. I am someone who is in this pilgrimage from the moment that I was born to the day to come that I'm going to die. And this is something that I can't avoid, whether I like it or not...I'm going to die. So, what I have to do is to honor this pilgrimage through life. And so I am this pilgrim — if I can somehow answer your question — who's constantly amazed by this journey. Who is learning a new thing every single day...I am this person who is proud to be a pilgrim, and who's trying to honor his journey.
Nor can that endure Which has not its foundations upon love, For love alone diminishes not, but shines with its own light, Makes an end of discord, softens the fires of hate, Restores peace in the world, Brings together the sundered, redresses wrong, Aids all and injures none. And who so invokes its aid will find peace and safety, And have no fear of future ill.
