My country is the world, and my religion is to do good

One evening,

I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny.

I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others,

Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock,

The smaller in size I became.

I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller.

I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all –

To show us the way, not to make us feel lost,

Up against the odds,

In a devilish game partitioned by

An invisible wall.

Then the next morning,

A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began

Spreading its yolk over the horizon.

It remained perched for a long time,

Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming.

Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind,

Telling me:

'The world you are in –

Is the true hell.

The journey to Truth itself

Is what quickens the heart to become lighter.

The lighter the heart, the purer it is.

The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes.

And the heavier the heart,

The more chained to this hell

It will remain.'

And just like that, it flew off towards the sun,

Leaving behind a tiny feather.

So I picked it up,

And fastened it to a toothpick,

To dip into ink

And write my name.

Doing good in this world, and being kind and being honest and noble is really underrated. And I think you have... I think everyday people have enormous power, and they have enormous power for good, and if you're good to people, the world is a better place.

Independence is my happiness, and I view things as they are, without regard to place or person; my country is the world, and my religion is to do good.