You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to a goldmine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good giving my heart and soul, because You already have these. So – I’ve brought You a mirror. Look at Yourself and remember me.
- Jalaluddin Rumi
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.
February 13, 2012,