Sihir

And I turned away to thee,

Proud Evening Star,

In thy glory afar,

And dearer thy beam shall be;

For joy to my heart

Is the proud part

Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

And more I admire

Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

Evening Star - Edgar Allan Poe (1827)

Love Thy Neighbor

Oh, do love thy neighbor. Thine sweet, neighborly, fellow human.

In the plain wrapping of mundane existence, 

love thy neighbor with all thine might, intensity, 

and unbridled wrath….