What is the end of life? It is to be a friend. Ever notice how our problems seem to clear away when we like someone? Nothing else matters except the feelings of people. All else is so much decoration.

It is in the arena of the heart where the true world revolves. That is where all the beauty or horror is, and where all the meaning and purpose for our being dwells. Feelings are more important than volcanic eruptions. Someone down and out, made to feel hope and love, is of more worth than the birth of a star.