Zoroastrian, Love, Unity

There are places in the world with memories that run deeper than the ocean, Places where the very dirt knows more than any single life could afford to sit and hear, Many men came and went who dreamed to leave their mark on such places, bringing tears, trying to stamp with royal seals the very wind—fools. But one man, or perhaps he was the pure spirit of fire—he loved the wind and the dirt, the rivers and sand and trees as his own, and he conversed and traded wisdom, and became rich in the only way that matters—some have called this full heart Zarathustra, most speak Zoroaster, but all have tasted the nectar of his name whose tongues have tasted love, truth, and wisdom.