Remember your motto is Love, Serve.
You do not wish to lead or shine down in your heart.
Your motto is a true one.
It is a big and beautiful thing to serve with love.
It is the song of the golden country where your home will be, so never despise any service, however low, for any you love.
To gain your permanent residence in that country you must serve those whom you despise with love.
That is the deed that opens the gates there.
To serve the mean, the selfish, the vicious, with a patience and an overwhelming love.
What you do is easy and full of rewards as your journey takes you nearer the place you seek.
The love must be so big―so fine―so strong―that it can blot out all the others' mean unworthiness, and leave only pity. They know not what they do, but you know that for you―now and always―the motto is Love, Serve.

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