Change the World means changing yourself.

My friends, do not ask me what your sacrifice was for. If we stood together—if all we had was each other—we could change the world.

My friends, we are equals in G-d’s embrace. Let us not destroy what we share for the sake of greed and hate.

See one another truly: we are all beloved by G-d. Our mission is to lift each other up. We are more than wealth, more than envy. We are love. We are freedom.

We will only survive if we remember that love is what surrounds us.

Your G-d is reflected in the faces of those you hold dear.

(if you don't believe in G-d then change the word, the meaning is still there!)

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