There are many forms of love. There is the love for your brother. There is the love for her eyes. There is the love for myself, and for you. There is the love for a stranger. There is the love for an ideia. There is the love for loving. Yet, these many different ways of loving are bound by this one selfish act, loving. Loving, the most selfless act there is. Love, loving, following life, for loving life. Maybe, this is the peace we seek. Or maybe not. So what?