The other soul stands close by remembering the beauty that once existed. They cultivated greed and hatred but if they had spent as much time in learning and practicing love this world would have been their finest accomplishment. They are such a talented creature they could have been an example to every living specie. There are other creatures that may once more flourish in time without the damage of man. There is hate just because they have not learned the words and the ways of others, and so much contempt for the gods and idols they claim as their leaders.
Every man wants to feel loved, and most can give love.
But they need to love each other and the other creatures that walk these soils. They need to be taught to love the air, the water, the tender shoots of green growth and all that is beauty and wonderful that adds to life. The old soul walked to the edge of the bank and looked down on a tall concrete tower sitting in the middle of the water. Where a crying child is heard and its suffering stopped there is love. Where the tribes of man close their minds to the differences in colors, languages and gods there is love.