All these walls that keep us from loving each other as one family or one race - racism, religion, where we grew up, whatever, class, socioeconomic - what makes us be so selfish and prideful, what keeps us from wanting to help the next man, what makes us be so focused on a personal legacy as opposed to the entire legacy of a race.
Inside of all of us there is the need and the desire to be heard, to have our innermost thoughts, feelings and desires expressed for others to hear, to see and to understand. We all want to matter to someone, to leave a mark. Writers just take those thoughts, feelings and desires and express them in such a way that the reader not only reads them but feels them as well.
My name is `Abdu'l-BahÃ¡ [literally, Servant of Baha]. My qualification is `Abdu'l-BahÃ¡. My reality is `Abdu'l-BahÃ¡. My praise is `Abdu'l-BahÃ¡. Thraldom to the Blessed Perfection [BahÃ¡'u'llÃ¡h] is my glorious and refulgent diadem, and servitude to all the human race my perpetual religion... No name, no title, no mention, no commendation have I, nor will ever have, except `Abdu'l-BahÃ¡. This is my longing. This is my greatest yearning. This is my eternal life. This is my everlasting glory.