Razane, my Friend

I cherish Razane, my friend, for many reasons. Today, I will mention to you one of them, a bit of her precious fragrance. Any discussion she engages in, whatever her position was in it, be it with you or against you, she leaves nothing behind her other than her friendliness. Kindness rules. Compared to what we see in the world, I find my friend to be unique! If you unfold all the world before you, with its old and its young, most people, in it, like those who resemble them and dislike those who differ from them. Those who remain friendly while being different have become “a little flock”. Razane, my friend, is in the world but not of it. I cherish those who are involved in the world, without letting it use them. I cherish those who, while being strangers in it, dwell in it for service, for friendliness. I cherish those whose sobriety (literally: Razane) causes them to be greater than the world!