There are no evil people. There are hurt people, sad people, deluded people, angry people, suffering people. But they are all brilliant. The human heart is like a star. Some are young and expanding, some are old and glow softly, and some have burned out - lost all hope of their reparation. Some collapse under their own size. We convert and consume our own psychic corners of the universe and radiate our own creation. Some orbit around others, and some stand alone in the darkness pining away. We are all travellers and adventurers of ourselves. Small we may be but also large – capable, creative, malleable, strong, and beautiful. We are forever burning. This is my faith.