The Truest Emotion

In the farthest of my memory,
there is but one thing to remember,
Love,
In the greatest of us,
and in the worst,
it is our root.
From our beginning,
into warm arms,
to our end,
in weeping solitude,
love is our guide,
in the voices of the choir,
in the tears of the fallen,
in the screams of the dying,
what is there more powerful?
What can drive men to greatness,
raze them to ruin,
bring about their own demise,
what can make cunning men outwit themselves,
what can make humble men lose themselves,
what can make helpless men saints,
what can more completely change who we are?
Nothing.
Some say anger is strongest,
but what stronger anger is there than to protect and save,
what stronger rage than the loss and avegence of love?
What further can drive men to wroth?
Nothing.
Some say grief is the strongest.
What can more truly bring us to tears,
What can more soundly make the world crumble around us?
What can better make the brightest days dismal and grim?
What can heal us and bind our shattered remains more tightly?
Nothing.
Some say Joy is strongest.
What can more quickly bring us a smile?
What can brighten the darkest of Hours more rightly?
What can make us laugh, and fell that all is right better?
What can make us better see the world in all its glory?
Nothing.
So no, no emotion can be stronger.
All emotion,
Regardless of its nature,
IS LOVE.
Pure, and Unchanging,
Hidden beneath many layers,
but there,
Difficult to find,
but there.
In reach.
All you have to do is hold out a hand,
and brush away the shadows,
clear away the tainting essence of life,
and it is there, 
shining like a star in the cold and lonely night.
When the fires grow dim,
when the storms rag,
when all else fades to night,
what can bring us hope?
But love.
Love for ourselves,
love for each other,
love for our families,
love for our friends,
love for our neighbors,
love for our hate,
love for our grief,
love for our loss,
love for our joy.
Therein is the Power of Love.