I call you / from the comet's cradle
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posted by Laura-Marie @ 9:51 AM
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May I become at all times,
both now and forever,
A protector for those without protection,
A guide for those who have lost their way,
A ship for those with oceans to cross,
A sanctuary for those in danger,
A lamp for those in need of light,
A refuge for those in need of shelter,
And a servant to all those in need.
- Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, from Ethics for a New Millennium
I wonder how the foreign policies of the United States would look if we wiped out the national boundaries of the world, at least in our minds, and thought of all children everywhere as our own. Then we could never drop an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, or napalm on Vietnam, or wage war anywhere, because wars, especially in our time, are always wars against children, indeed our children.
--Howard Zinn