Traveling to a place of love, where gentleness is everywhere, where there are no deadbeats, no party-killers, no one taking the upper hand, no one forcing his ideals on another, a place where everyone knows what he can and cannot do, a place where love is all over and all people honor and respect another, where no one tries to force his weight over yours, no one tries to be on the top in order to put you on the bottom.
A place where everyone is impressed with the accomplishments of others, where talents can truly shine forth and be nurtured, not deadened because of others jealousies, a place where all can be brilliantly lighted like a sunray, a warming beam of light, after being loved, held in his arms, her arms, touching skin to skin, a way to show you care, a way to heal the world, a world where there are loving arms ready to love everyone, no one goes without touch, no one goes without love.
Love that is there when you need it, amazingly strong and sincere at exactly the right time, the right moment, when love everywhere else is lacking, but the beam of this greatest love of all comes fighting through to hug you, to show you that you are welcome.
Not an exclusion, but rather a guest of honor, a man at his own party, a strong mighty light that lights up the darkest cave, a place where there is nothing but love everywhere, a touch, a gentle feeling, a moment to be thankful, a warmness of a cold corpse, coming to life again, doing good, doing mitzvoth to feel good.
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