If I ever travel the world And come to know all I hope I would find that Everything is the same That the sun is the same sun The the stars are the same stars That people sleep the same sleep That their lungs fill with the same anticipation I hope I would find that Everyone yearns for purpose That everyone needs to eat That everyone dreams about what will be I hope I would find that Regret feels the same That love feels the same That holding hands is still romantic That sorrow is still felt at the end of things And that new things still bring joy Then I would feel just as at home As I feel at home With our animals in the yard And our garden across the street But I hope that I wouldn't be the same
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching