typeracer

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. I says, "What's this call, this sperit?" An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' I figgered, "Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe," I figgered, "maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit - the human sperit - the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of."