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June 18, 2010


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Tom Bailey

So often Mark Twain can sound bitter or cynical. Here he does not. To me he sounds incredibly sad. I don't want there to be truth in these words, but I'm afraid there is. I am an unreformed hippie in my 60s and I don't know what to do with this world with all its heartache. It is hard to thank God for his blessings in this context. All I can do is treat those around me with greater care and kindness. God forgive me for the days I have not cared. Tom Bailey


the actions we take, to hold our world together as we are accustomed to, are a crushing burden that others bear in their bodies half a world away.

there are so many kinds of deep violence
and varieties of war.

thanks for posting this.


how excruciatingly well spoken and illuminated!

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