A spell was cast upon all of the land, cursing everyone into a deep sleep. Centuries passed, many lives spent in the drone of daily hibernation. And then it happened, beauties far and wide began to awaken. Yawning, arms stretched to the sun’s morning rays; they laughed at their many futile expectations for a prince to come along and quench a deep thirst for meaning. The kiss came from within. After all, it was they themselves who had uttered the malediction believing themselves unworthy of love. It broke the spell with an anecdote of forgiveness and pure compassion. A lifetime spent awaiting a simple incantation: All is love.