A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.

Father, I Am From A Different Egg Than Your Other Children. Think Of Me As A Duckling Raised By Hens. I Am Not A Domestic Bird Destined To Spend His Life In A Chicken Coop. The Water That Scares You Rejuvenates Me. For Unlike You I Can Swim, And Swim I Shall. The Ocean Is My Homeland. If You Are With Me, Come To The Ocean. If Not, Stop Interfering With Me And Go Back To The Chicken Coop.

But Let Us Not Forget That Cities Are Like Human Beings. They Are Born, They Go Through Childhood And Adolescence, They Grow Old, And Eventually They Die

The Words That Come Out Of Our Mouths Do Not Vanish But Are Perpetually Stored In Infinite Space, And They Will Come Back To Us In Due Time.

Yeah, We Should All Line Up Along The Bosphorus Bridge And Puff As Hard As We Can To Shove This City In The Direction Of The West. If That Doesn't Work, We'll Try The Other Way, See If We Can Veer To The East. It's No Good To Be In Between. International Politics Does Not Appreciate Ambiguity.

What I’m Saying Is, My Friends, One Ought To Be Able To Let Go. If A Path Does Not Please Us, Instead Of Insisting On Going That Specific Way, Of Making Our Selfishness The Guide, We Ought To Forsake. The Books We Cannot Write, The Films We Cannot Shoot, The Projects We Cannot Develop, The Jobs We Cannot Pursue And The People Who No Longer Love Us. Being Able To Let Go, At Times, Is The Most Beautiful Of All!