Sentimental Moment

Seeing Donovan's Reef in my queue was all I needed to saunter down memory lane with the Duke (John Wayne/Marion Michael Morrison) and crew - Jack Warden, Lee Marvin, and Elizabeth Allen to French Polynesia, shot in Kauai, governed by Cesar Romero, shepherded by Father Cluzeot, and told with humor even though the themes are corporate greed and bigotry. John Ford set up his usual John Wayne setup with fights and a real international brawl between Australian navy and the Yankee navy (Wayne and Marvin) with one Australian lad evening the odds by turning his hat around and fighting for the Yanks until a winner is declared.

Donovan's Reef is fun and breezy, some amateur critics call it a lazy film, though I doubt the viewers or the actors would agree, and tackles the issues of corporate greed and prejudice, issues that plague us still, though I doubt the Polynesians would have called the Yanks in residence after the end of World War II an immigration problem or would have been xenophobic about them setting up shop with their saloon, shipping business, or hospital with a doctor who makes regular island calls and built a hospital that also trains nurses. From the beauty of the island and the seeming happiness of the Polynesian natives (girls of course), I doubt there was any problems with fitting in and becoming integrated into the society and population. One might say that Father Cluzeot fits in very well even though as a Roman Catholic priest he has centuries of experience in integrating whatever culture the people possess into his world view. The Romans before him and the Roman Catholic Church after the Roman Empire's fall were well versed in insinuating themselves into other indigenous peoples' lives and society even if priests had to change the society to suit Roman Catholicism.

Rome had become adept at making Rome the heart of any people and country, by war at first and then by eradicating any pagan ideology and writings even if Rome had to replace anti-Roman views with more Rome friendly views. Much of this Romanization was accomplished by rewriting any documentation and history they found (hiding the originals where possible in the Vatican archives) and adopting the foreign views and religions into their own pantheon. If you believe what is written in the Aeneid, the Trojans hid themselves from the Greeks, and eventually conquering the Greeks when they became the all powerful and far reaching Roman Empire, by landing in the Italian peninsula and becoming allied with the Etruscans and forming the first origins of Romulus and Remus and the she-wolf that suckled them (Romulus eventually killing Remus) to rise to the pinnacle of the brand new Roman society and conquering much of the known Western world, maybe even to the point of eradicating the Etruscans that first gave them a home and assistance.

At any rate, Father Cluzeot was more interested in feeding, clothing, and aiding the poor than in using monies donated specifically for the restoration of the church's roof. As Father Cluzeot continued to say, "The poor are still with us," when he let everyone, especially the donors, know the poor came first in his mind even if it meant praying in a church with gaping holes that did not keep the torrential winter rains out. Better to take care of the poor than to patch the roof that would eventually sprout more holes with more torrential winter rains in future years. The poor always came first with Father Cluzeot just as the ailing came first with Dr. Dedham.

Donovan's Reef is the usual formulaic John Wayne story where there is a central issue to deal with and at least one brawl/fight to stage and get through. Even watching this favorite movie after years of it sitting on my video shelf, I was struck by the anguished cry "Because we're not white," as if being Polynesian is as strong a prejudice in Yankee minds as being black or Oriental or Hispanic. Maybe in 1963 during the height of the civil rights struggle in America Polynesians were as likely to be shunned in society as blacks, Asians, or Hispanics, but I doubt it. I lived during those time, living specifically in Panama on a U.S. Army base, and the thought that Polynesians were prejudiced against was as foreign to me as Panamanians being anything but welcome. Okay, we had two black maids who worked for us and were paid well, but they were still family to me because as a child living in foreign countries following my father from Army base to Army base around the world it never occurred to me they were less acceptable than our neighbors or the kids I played with on and off base. To a child like me brought up around the world, people were people and beautiful and smiling people were people to get to know and invite home. I didn't know my parents were bigots until nearly half a century later.

Well, that's not completely true. I knew my mother was a bigot when I was a teenager and she went ballistic when she discovered a party and the subsequent slumber party I attended were at a black friend's house. That discovery led to a life long running argument between Mom and me that friends were friends whatever their color and spending the night with a friend was just spending the night with a girlfriend whatever her color because for me then -- and now -- friendship doesn't count whether or not the friend has a better -- or deeper -- tan than I do, except where their tan is darker than mine and I feel pale by comparison.

Mom's response was that spending the night with blacks was inviting trouble which is why she never slept over or visited with a black family friend when on vacation -- and they, if they were her friend wouldn't come to visit on vacation and expect to spend the night in her home. If they were her friend they knew to go to a hotel or motel.

I never understood that and believed Dad would have agreed with me (I later found out how wrong I was -- much later) that a friend is a friend is a friend and color is not a factor. Dad probably rolled over in his grave, as did Mom, because my nephew, J. C., married Ebony and they have a new baby girl as of last year. Ebony, like her name, is black. Dad threw a fit when J. C. took to their senior prom . . . because she was black. That's when I found out my father was a bigot. I knew Mom was a bigot from my teenage years because she despised Asians, especially the Japanese. Dad had  been stationed in Korea twice during his 22 years in the Army and Mom openly loathed Asians because Dad had nearly married a Japanese during his first tour in Korea when he went to Japan on R & R and had a child with the woman. Mom's prejudice, I thought, was born out of her jealousy of Dad's previous love and the love of his bi-racial daughter even though her family refused to sanction Dad's marriage to her mother because he was white, a round eye. At least with the Japanese, they didn't give their bi-racial children to the Roman Catholic monastery nearby and raised those bi-racial children in their own homes with their Asian relatives. Bigotry comes from every race and is most often the burden and shame of the younger generations -- if they know about it at all.

At any rate, Lelani's anguished cry still gets to me with the same emotions -- why? She's not someone who should be the source of bigotry then or now, but I am probably still naive in that way. Even at 62, the only bigotry I am aware of is prejudice against Islam because Islam, like the Roman Empire before them, brings death and pain with it. Even the Roman Catholic Church embodies death and pain, not only in their worship of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, but in their more violent episodes where the Church sanctioned and even authorized the death of nonbelievers.

It doesn't make sense to me -- then or now. Killing believers or those fallen away from the faith is no way to win friends or influence people to your side nor does closing a blind eye to priests abusing children, sexually, emotionally, or physically, let alone refusing to acknowledge the world isn't full of people who choose to love -- and marry -- those of their own gender. In the end, love is at the center of controversy with homosexuality in practice and belief, and was once so accepted in the Roman Catholic Church's earlier history that priests performed marriage ceremonies between same-sex couples and celebrated homosexual liaisons. I guess being a pagan was less an issue among homosexuals than Christianity has been. Better to follow the Greeks with their different words and designations for love. If there is love, then nothing involving that love can be wrong -- or should be wrong -- even if there are different words for love as long as love is the central emotion. I believe the Cosmic Creator would agree.

So here we are with a formulaic John Wayne movie where love triumphs, whether it is love between a saloon singer and a booze hound-fist fight loving and practicing hooligan like Gilhooley (Lee Marvin), a Boston socialite and ex-war veteran turned shipping owner and operator who also owns a saloon, and that same strait-laced Boston socialite and the half-caste Polynesian-American children  from her father's second marriage to Manulani, the hereditary Polynesian princess of Haleakaloa. Love is all that matters.

I would take exception to the spanking that "Guns" Donovan dealt to Amelia Dedham even though said spanking is reminiscent of John Wayne and his female costars (Maureen O'Hara in The Silent Man and McClintock!) and his macho attitude toward women. Good thing, even with a fireplace shovel, the spankings he dole out were more humorous than painful -- or fatal as in the case with Muslim women and Shari'a law among those supporting  Islamic rule.

In spite of being an atheist and my views on Jesus Christ, I was quite emotional during the Christmas mass at Father Cluzeot's church on Xmas eve. I was feeling nostalgic and touched by the music and the Yule season than any affection for the celebration of the lie that has persisted for 2000 years. I was a child brought up with the Nativity and Mary and Joseph ending up in a stable to give birth to their child. I am just as vulnerable as anyone who hears the myth of Jesus Christ and the midwinter nativity as any pagan which is why the story resonates for so many. It is akin to the stories at the heart of their own religions, which is not so surprising since it was created by Emperor Titus and supported by the Roman Catholic Church for 2000 years and the Romans knew how to adapt local customs and beliefs to fit their own pantheon and control. After so long, it is easy to get it right and to turn enemies minds to a more favorable position . . . even if you have to lie. At least in that regard, Islam and the Muslims have it down pat. Taqiyya is the recognized Islamic tool just as Christianity has been practicing their lies without the openly acknowledged version or a name that is synonymous with lies, unless you consider Nativity and Lent and crucifixion the same as Taqiyya. When lies are at the center, anything goes.

That is all. Disperse.

Review: Wheat Belly by William Davis, MD

I wish I had known about this book years ago. I would've saved money on diet books and peace of mind because I would have found what I have spent the past 40 years looking for -- a slimmer, healthier me.

Say what you will, but it is hard giving up something you considered to be so necessary and healthy, especially when you decide to bake your own bread and leave out the sugar and other supposedly healthy ingredients. I was wrong.

Yes, I am a woman and I can easily, loudly, and publicly proclaim I was wrong.

Four months ago I gave up bread. It was a conscious choice because I had signed on with a food delivery service, Splendid Spoon (splendidspoon.com), and they did not include any bread in their vegan, plant-based food choices. I loved the smoothies and the choices for soups, especially once I noted that I would not include soy beans (GMO much?) in the choices. I did leave out a soup that was made with black beans, but that was a small price to pay. Opting out of bread was a much harder choice. My cabinets were full of rye, pumpernickel, whole grain wheat, and other wheat-based flours. It wasn't the cost of the ingredients that stuck in my throat, but giving up fresh baked bread. I had found Steve's No-Knead overnight proofed, or quick proof method, bread and I loved the fresh from the oven smell of whole grain bread. I even purchased seven grain flour and seven grain seeds to top my home-baked bread from King Arthur Flour (kaf.com) because KAF offered organic and non-GMO flours. I was giving it all up - voluntarily. I chose to go without bread for the sake of nutritions vegan meals 5 days a week with a day of soup cleanses. It was expensive, but my health was more important. I signed up, paid for 2 months of meals, and didn't look back.

I was surprised to discover that I was sleeping better on the Splendid Spoon meals, 2 meals a day (breakfast and lunch). When I noticed I was waking up after a restful night's sleep without having to get up once during the night to go to the bathroom and that I was rested and ready for work every day, I was sold.

My reason for the drastic change of diet, going vegan with Splendid Spoon, was realizing I had pre-diabetes. I suddenly had the reason for those times, about once a month, when I got up every hour to urinate (I called them my P dancing days). I had no issues with frequent urination or those dragged out days when I craved a couple slices of home-baked bread slathered with butter or artisanal and organic peanut (or any kind of tasty nut) butter, sometimes with raw, unfiltered, natural honey drizzled on. I didn't even miss the stack of whole wheat pancakes I craved once in a while. I was content, fed, and enjoying better health than I had since I discovered my pre-diabetes.

But Splendid Spoon is expensive and the medical transcription business is not what it was when I began 33 years ago. I had finally given in and took my skills to a company that paid me less than I was paid when I started 33 years ago, which meant I would have to pay off some credit card debt in order to afford another month or two of Splendid Spoon's vegan meals. I'd go back to a paleo derived diet that was mostly plant-based and still organic, but still without bread since I had done well on a more meager food plan. That is when I discovered Wheat Belly written by Dr. William Davis.

Since I'd already given up wheat and noticed over the first couple of months of a vegan diet I had lost a vast amount of weight, so much that I could finally wear the green velour house coat without having it cut off the circulation in my fat arms, I bought the book, read up on the included recipes and food plan, and was favorably impressed by what I found within its pages.

The real reason behind the GMO labeling issue that had sent millions into the streets to protest was detailed in Wheat Belly. The agribusiness corporations did not want America to know the real reason behind the obesity crisis in the nation wasn't because of glyphosate contaminated foods (Monsanto) but the fact that wheat, one of the most genetically modified seeds on Earth and contained at the base of the food pyramid, would also have to be outed. Nutritionists and agribusiness corporations would be gutted, vilified, run out of business if the truth were known. Even those poor families who receive food stamps would finally be told the root cause of their obesity and their diabetes, heart disease, immune deficiencies like Alzheimer's and fibromyalgia, osteoarthritis, chronic pain syndrome, and all the gastrointestinal based ailments that keep doctors wealthy and the contention and violence over universal health care is wheat.

Yes, glyphosate contamination of our food is also an issue, but the origins of the common variety of wheat, whether red wheat or white wheat, and its inclusion into our world wide food consciousness is criminal, especially when you consider that scientists have done more than get the genetic jump on decades of breeding for a wheat seed that is drought-resistant, fast growing, and provides vast amounts of wheat for small amounts of seeds. These brilliant scientists did create a wheat seed that has done more for alleviating hunger world wide, but they never stopped to test the results of food made with the resultant wheat seed on people. Isn't that the point of wheat . . . to feed people and do so with less money? What asset is a wheat seed when the result is death, obesity, and diseases that cost more to manage than the wheat could feed in a million years?

None. 

That is the dirty truth at the heart of GMO labeling lawsuits and the fear that drives corporate agribusiness. Scientists have perfected their genetically modified wheat but never stopped to consider the human cost.

How could the French be happy and well fed if the French baguette was removed from the menu. How would the French economy and their world famous bakers survive if they were forced to return to the ancient, non-GMO wheats and flours made from emer, triticum, and einkorn. The breads would not be the soft and oh-so-affordable wheat breads now available. Un-genetically modified wheat has a mere 14 gene pairs while the modern wheat contains double or more genes thanks to scientists creating the GMO version of wheat that has replaced the ancient grains that sustained us since the beginning of time. The bread of life has become the bread of disease, obesity, and death. Check it out for yourself. 

Meanwhile, some countries are giving farmers a boost in the right direction paying farmers to plant their fields with non-GMO crops.  I watched a documentary once on how GMO foods end up with people eating information and not food with the result that information in food form can be detrimental to human health and continued life. 

Dr. Davis's book is about what genetically modified wheat has done to our health, our waistlines, and our hunger.

Yes, you can prove anything if you cherry pick the data, but the results are visibly evident. Over the past four months I have lost more than 100 pounds and I'm still losing despite changing from vegan to paleo with a plant-based (non-GMO of course). My pre-diabetes is under control. I sleep better now when I discover a healthy, non-processed, and non-GMO tainted source of natural, raw, unrefined honey and I don't mind too much the choice to avoid reasonable facsimiles of pancakes and gluten-free breads and cakes while I continue my journey to long-lasting health and vitality.

Check out the Wheat Belly book and recipes and read the fascinating inserts from case files from Dr. William Davis's patients who gave up wheat and live a healthier and sustainable life. Check out the Wheat Belly Cookbook and recently revised Wheat Belly book with its updated information.

Do not skim the book as my aunt did when I sent her a copy. Read it slowly every single word. Read it again and again. Keep Wheat Belly on your shelves and buy another copy to give to friends, family, and loved ones so they can reap the benefits of a wheat-free life. You -- and they -- will be glad you did.

I have bought several copies and sent them to people I care about and I continue to urge people to READ it. This is the life changing book that will turn your life -- and your health -- upside down and should be required reading in schools and homes all over the world. Definitely 5 STARS and I would give it more. Dr. Davis and the book deserve 1000 stars, but 5 will also do if it means more people pick it up, buy it, and read it. Wheat Belly is the Sustainable Health Bible for the world.

Monsters of the ID

In the news everybody blames everybody else for what is wrong with this world. The real culprit is mankind's subconscious, the Id. There are monsters that bypass the conscious mind where most people have learned to deal with injustice, racism, and prejudice -- or at least that is what we tell ourselves. We are horrified by the savage and brutal treatment of women and children -- out loud and in public -- but revert to our pernicious and un-enlightened roots of ourselves where we push women and children aside as we, the males of the species, stride to the forefront to be tended to. After all, women and children being kicked and pushed aside as we trample on them and shove them aside is the way the world works. The strongest publicly claim that we stoop down and help the weaker to safer and more stable/secure positions. The strongest publicly claim they would take a bullet for a loved one, throw themselves in front of danger, and would lay down their lives, sacrifice a limb, give up their place in line so that women and children can be saved even if it means the strongest take the fall or give up their lives to make the future safe for women and children. Isn't that why women and children get the seats in rescue vehicles first? Isn't that what men tell themselves when asked for a poll or hold up their hands to be counted for their contribution to the future?

It's a lie.

In the secret recesses of the human heart -- or in the midst of the worst danger -- the truth comes out. Men shove women and children aside as they make a bee line for the safest and best seats in the rescue vehicles. They will not be left behind. As long as they survive, all is well with the world -- and with them. If the women and children die, so what? After all, they say when it is all over, at this point what does it matter? The women and children are dead and nothing these strong and virile men can do will ever bring them back. Dead is dead. At least when the cameras are rolling and their perfidious actions are done. If you don't see it on the news or in some edited footage that fits on the 11 PM news, you believe what you see. Their crocodile tears are real and the mangled, bloody, and dead bodies remain while they weep an ocean of tears and claim, "If only I could have saved them," or maybe, "Why God? They were so innocent, so precious. Why not take me instead?"

No one saw them as they shoved the weaker innocents aside. All that is left is the record of their tears and remorse and their dumbfounded shock at the injustice of it all. Oscar winners all.

As long as they survived, all that matters is the record. No one needs to know the truth as it is only the truth as they tell it while talking out of both sides of their mouths.

Somewhere inside their minds they may even believe their distress is real. The Id, the subconscious part of their minds, is silent, has submerged once again to the depths of the mind and has been replaced by that anguished cry, "Why God?" 

I recently saw a news report where a liberal woman talked about how her husband, one of the first volunteers going to the aid of Syrian refugees in Greece had changed when he came back from refugees. He spoke about how strong, virile young men shoved injured and drowning women and children aside while these young men surged to the front of the line, ignoring the calls for help and the drowning innocents as they helped themselves first. After all, to their minds, if not to the liberal volunteers' minds, women and children were expendable. They were not.

Here in the western world, we abhor and condemn such blatant disregard for the innocent and we say so loudly and often -- in public or in front of our friends and neighbors. Who knows what we really feel when everyone is gone and we are left alone or when we fall asleep and the subconscious takes the stage? Do all of our prejudices and indiscreet opinions surge forth as we imagine the worst? Do the monsters inside of all of us take over and revel in the deaths, blood, and savagery that take center stage? Do the monsters hidden in our subconscious gibber with unholy glee once the lights are off and the stage is open and waiting?

I was reminded of what lies inside of the most generous and helpful of us hidden in the deepest recesses of the subconscious mind as I watched an old favorite science fiction movie, Forbidden Planet,  with Walter Pigeon, Anne Frances, and Leslie Nielsen. Doctor Morbius warned the rescue ship not to land as he would not be responsible for their safety. Morbius did not need their assistance and would not welcome them if the crew refused to heed his warnings.

Morbius had been alone on Altair IV for 20 years with only his work and his daughter for company. He remember what had happened to the rest of the crew of the Bellerophon. They had died at the hands of some unknown and immensely powerful force that resided on Altair IV.

The crew landed and the powerful invisible monster killed some of the crew when it became apparent that the captain, Leslie Nielsen, was determined to take Morbius back to Earth to inform the authorities what had happened to the crew of the Bellerophon and what he had learned of the original inhabitants, the Krell. Morbius refused to share his findings and was adamantly opposed to returning to Earth. That is when the attacks began.

Not even the immense power at the crew's disposal could stop the invisible monster stalking and killing them. Morbius urged the captain and his crew to take off and avoid further blood shed. The captain refused. Worst of all, Morbius's daughter, Altaira, was determined to go to Earth with the crew, sealing her fate and putting her in serious danger. Morbius begged his daughter to change her mind, but her fate was sealed.

The powerful invisible monster attacked Morbius, the captain, and Altaira at Morbius's home. When Morbius ordered Robby the robot to stop the monster, even after the ship's doctor told Morbius that he, Morbius, was the source of the danger, Robby the robot shut down, caught in a logic conflict programmed into him not to harm people. Even with further proof that the monster was a product of Morbius's subconscious, the same fate that the Krell discovered when they built the pinnacle of their science and technology and programmed a computer that work with the power of the mind, ending their technologically marvelous achievements in a day and a night, leaving on the products of their genius in the form of the machine encompassing more than a 40-mile square and plunging to the very depths of the core of the planet behind as evidence of their achievement.

The primitive subconscious mind teemed with their prejudices, fears, and imagination was unleashed by the power of their machines and spelled the end of their existence 200,000 years before the Bellerophon landed and Morbius discovered the power, boosted his IQ, and learned to access their machines. Morbius's subconscious mind was unleashed, given ultimate power, and murdered all who opposed him. Unstoppable and relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, the monsters of Morbius's Id were unleashed and he was left alone with his innocent daughter to live a life free of other people until Nielsen's crew landed on Altair IV and urged the monsters in Morbius's subconscious mind to life.

The only way to stop the slaughter and devastation was to blow up the planet and thus the Krell technology left behind.

The monsters of the Id are powerful and frightening and so much easier to see when we are faced with them in fictions and a lot less visible when they are too close to us. We see the same monsters when Babylon 5 was on TV when a university professor turned archaeologist enlists Dr. Steven Franklin's assistance in helping him to figure out what he found on Ikarra VII. It was organic technology, far advanced compared to what the Earth had, mirroring the technological advances of the Vorlon's that would propel Earth technology ahead -- far ahead.

The problem was that the technology bonded with the professor's assistant, who was willing to murder to further the advance of knowledge and science, setting loose the Ikarrans' doomsday weapon and endangering all life on Babylon 5 because the inhabitants of hundreds of worlds and civilizations were not pure Ikarran as determined thousands of years ago by Ikarran priests and politicians. The monsters of the Ikarran Id embodied in the organic technology and originating with the scientist who built the doomsday weapon were incompatible with the millions of aliens living on Babylon 5. After all, the Ikarrans died out a million years ago so pure Ikarran blood no longer existed and therefore all life was to be destroyed.

This scenario of perfection and purity has been the central theme of literature for science fiction and fantasy enthusiasts for a very long time and the ideal of purity is being played out before us right now in Europe and the Western world, and in fact all over the planet, today, right now. The measurement is determined by religion and inadequately  protected by law. Religion has done a very poor job of protecting and creating peace because the rules set for by different religions are wholly incompatible with peace as long as the monsters of the Id remain inside us and unknown to the more enlightened wisdom of the evolution of humanity. Muslims are stuck in the 7th century. Christians are stuck in an ever changing kaleidoscope of values and ethics that seldom keeps pace with modern sensibilities. The Jews do a better job of matching intent with power and generosity towards others. Buddhists with their long history of anti-violence and peaceful enlightenment lag are overturned by the origins of the people who have converted or lived their whole lives with the Buddhist teachings and succumb inevitably to the monsters of the Id. No religion currently practiced on this planet at this point in time is without its flaws and all are moot in the face of the subconscious where the monsters of the Id dwell and flourish hidden in the darkness.

Blacks blame whites and whites blame blacks. Browns blame browns and everybody blames everybody else. We try our best to live good lives keeping the touchstone of religion in the forefront, but religions made by man are also corrupted by man depending on who has the most power, the most insight, the most control and all religions made by man and purportedly based on the word of god or Allah or Jehovah, Jesus Christ, or Buddha are still the work of man and thus subject to revision and interpretation. There are moderate Muslims and there are extremist Muslims. The same is true of Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, native Americans, and every version of religion that begin and end with man. The stories abound about the origins of religion, but ultimately it is mankind writing the words down and mankind following the dictates with less and greater success. Miracles happen and are reportedly of the deity [insert name here] and thus sacrosanct . . . as long as the deity conforms with your personal views . . . and is untouched by the most basic of human emotions or view or mind or thoughts or dreams or imagination. The only thing left is LOVE.

LOVE is at the heart of all mankind and trumps everything else. Wherever you begin, if the answer is not LOVE then the answer is wrong and will end in tears and often death.

Look at a situation where you and your opponent disagree. Whatever your position, the moment you offer violence instead of listening and working together, you have failed. Even if it is an idea you disagree about or a possession you both contend over, the moment you refuse the option of sharing or using the possession or looking at the idea from each other's viewpoint, you have failed. It may seem successful if you end up with the item or the idea in contention, but you are not successful. If you win by resorting to struggling over possession or having the upper hand -- or the moral high ground -- you lose. You have failed.

The moment you lie or obfuscate or keep things to yourself, you lose. You have failed.

The moment you default to quoting chapter and verse from your religious book of choice to prove you are right and they are wrong, you lose. You have failed.

Whatever triumph you feel is fleeting. You have already lost. You have failed.

If the end result deviates by an amoeba's cell, you have failed. You lost.

LOVE is the only answer, the only law, and the only success in life.

There is no first in LOVE.  There is no choice if LOVE is at the heart. There is no wrong if there is LOVE. Ultimately, LOVE is the only answer, the only response, the only success. There are no winners and no losers when LOVE is at the heart and soul.

The rest is Ego and the broad road to allow the monsters of the Id to take control and destroy everything.

LOVE is the only answer.

Whatever deviates from LOVE is failure and you have lost. 

We cannot afford purity. The only thing we can afford is LOVE.

That is all. Disperse.