I read a story about 4 candles this morning and what they represent, peace, faith, love and hope. Moral of the story was that the flame of hope will never go out and hope is what we need to keep the peace, faith and love.

I gave up on hope and love a time ago. Hope equated disappointment for and hope was not what gave me the strenght to go on. I left it to burn out. I still have faith, but my faith is confined only to myself and what i believe in. My faith does not extend to others as experience has taught me faith is a trust that can be broken. Peace? It depends on how one reads into the word peace. World peace? Inner peace? At this moment i am not at peace with myself, i am at war with trying to understand con & admin (gee, how interesting can the formulation of the federation of australia be?). There won't be world peace ever with the big countries that consider themselves the "best" out of the rests try to dictate what is right and what is wrong and invading everything they think is "undemocratic", where the hell is democracy in that?(Huei Jin i stand firm!)

maybe hope will find me again someday.