The world is sick and twisted and ugly. I have no problems, no complaints, no qualm with life that is not completely overshadowed by today. And I have no words, no thoughts, no feelings that could possibly explain my love for humanity more than the connection between any two given people in New York City today.

Everything can be bad and ugly in the world, or everything can be pretty and good in the world. But this trancends. This defines the evil that a few can do, and the good that millions will respond with.
America, America. God shed his grace on thee. And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.