Faith And Doubt Both Are

Man, Born Of Woman, Has Found It A Hard Thing To Forgive Her For Giving Him Birth. The Patriarchal Protest Against The Ancient Matriarch Has Borne Strange Fruit Through The Years.

None But The Weak Crave To Be Better Than. Strong Men Are Satisfied With Their Own Strength.

For Men Tied Fast To The Absolute, Bled Of Their Differences, Drained Of Their Dreams By Authoritarian Leeches Until Nothing But Pulp Is Left, Become A Massive, Sick Thing Whose Sheer Weight Is Used Ruthlessly By Ambitious Men. Here Is The Real Enemy Of The People: Our Own Selves Dehumanized Into The Masses. And Where Is The David Who Can Slay This Giant?

To Find The Point Where Hypothesis And Fact Meet; The Delicate Equilibrium Between Dream And Reality; The Place Where Fantasy And Earthly Things Are Metamorphosed Into A Work Of Art; The Hour When Faith In The Future Becomes Knowledge Of The Past; To Lay Down One's Power For Others In Need; To Shake Off The Old Ordeal And Get Ready For The New; To Question, Knowing That Never Can The Full Answer Be Found; To Accept Uncertainties Quietly, Even Our Incomplete Knowledge Of God; This Is What Man's Journey Is About, I Think.

To Believe In Something Not Yet Proved And To Underwrite It With Our Lives: It Is The Only Way We Can Leave The Future Open.