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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Toss it around.

The question is: what is peace?

"Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart."

Hm.
Posted by A. Stageman at 1:13 AM

1 comments:

The Clandestine Samurai said...

I agree completely. It's really within yourself.

March 20, 2008 7:15 AM

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