Success has always been easy to measure. It is the distance between one&#39;s origins and one&#39;s final achievement.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

What kind of world would we create if three times a day we activated our compassion and reason as we sat down to eat, if we had the moral imagination and the pragmatic will to change our most fundamental act of consumption?

When people who judge me, without knowing me,
It hurts,
No, it doesn't hurt,
It kills me.

Written By Heartless King

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