It is well in my soul.
Honesty: Each a heaven to a sense.
Truth: Every sense to opinion of flavor.
Freedom: Taste by color of the Wind.
Liberty: The Wind colored in Essens.
Way: To this we are the Saga.
Family: By it we meet.
Benevolence: For that we have begun.
The Third Miracle - Separation of Liberty and Freedom
The wicked might need it, but we do not. They are You, you know. So we are them. In difference with us, they are not. They are simply exclusively not us. Us am I. I am you; whoever you are. All we are is I. We are all in all. It is why we operate under the equation for a string bit. It deems order out of chaos. The wicked will not rest, for they shall not enter the narrow passage of this ademption. There are no rules. In no way can we achieve liberty. Be at peace with it; be liberal - be free. Everyone wins.