For better or worse we're in an age of disbelief," Rico said, "An age of science and a need for proof.

science feeds our perpetual curiousity and claims that nothing exists until 'proven'. Science cannot prove the existence or non-existence of the human soul any more than a thermometer can prove the colour red or King Henry the eight could discourse on electronics.

Something about an inner value, about love; the love that shone from him as if from some kind of a beacon.

This is how early age people heard music, not through their ears above the cacophony of modern life but directly from the universe into their souls.

Everything sings, the whole universe and all the other universes. It's in our genes, see, not just in our ears.

And there was born that so mysterious thing that we call 'love' between man and woman; the thing that transcends, uplifts, indeed is the sole enoblement of our act of lust.

The bible doesn't say Jesus had a power to command, only to recommend, which leaves each one of us with an individual freedom of choice. Maybe it's just that there are too many of us making too many bad choices for the good of the whole." He took a bite out of his apple. "Too many people and none of us wanting or able to hear the harmony.

Someone said it better than that; be true unto yourself. Self, right? No-one else. If everyone was true unto his or her self there might even be a chance of something better for us all.