That's the good thing about being president, I can do whatever I want.
YER OF THE VIGILE DEL FUOCO Lord who light the skyes and fill up the abysses,burn in our breast the flame of sacrifice.Strenghten the spirit of service that burn in us,make safe our eye, steady our foot,to make effective the rescue that in your name we bringto brothers in danger.When the siren shrieks in the streets of the town,listen the throb of our earths devoted to renounce.When in competition with eagles we climb to You,support us Your sored hand.When the fire irresistible flares up,burns the evil nestled in the houses of men,not the life and affections of Your sons.Lord, we are the bearer of Your Cross,and risk is our daily bread.A day without risk is not lived,because for we believers death is life,is light: in the dread of collapses, in the fury of waters,in the hell of fires.Our life is the fire, our faith is God.For Saint Barbara martyr.AMEN
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation. Tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads on like a gray vegetation.