«I propose a war on selfishness.
Not on mine, of course, but on yours.
Toward yours I will be fierce,
And mine, come, let’s adorn it.»

Such speculation at every step:
I pull the blanket onto myself,
I notice the beams in every eye,
And I strive to exalt myself.

Of the past, the unborn and the contemporary
The mission is to go through the process.
We, as creation— the likeness of the owner.
Therefore not for nothing
His fullness
Calls us too to fullness.