...is judged not by the heights of its skyscrapers, or the treasures in its coffers.
It is measured by how it treats the least of its citizens.
Away from the hurly-burly of national life, it is in the quiet contemplation of the soul that moral right is found. And if we cannot in these moments find our conscience clear, then of what use is anything else?
Buildings crumble. Treasures are spent. But the soul lives on.
There is a lesson in the events of this past week.
From the fate of the least of us, we must learn.
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