One beautiful morning, a figure appeared. Draped in secrecy, a camera was taken, analyzing every split second of time, in order to find any kind of hate that could be used to destroy a delicate soul. Every move it made was analyzed with a lens of hate. built not in reality but lies. I looked at the figure directly and said very simply, why don’t you do the same thing to find the good. That’s the truth. That’s the way we find true peace.