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A Wonderful Thing Happens When You Give Up On Hope, Which Is That You Realize You Never Needed It In The First Place. You Realize That Giving Up On Hope Doesn't Kill You, Nor Did It Make You Less Effective. In Fact It Made You More Effective, Because You Ceased Relying On Someone Or Something Else To Solve Your Problems - You Ceased Hoping Your Problems Somehow Get Solved, Through The Magical Assistance Of God, The Great Mother, The Sierra Club, Valiant Tree-sitters, Brave Salmon, Or Even The Earth Itself - And You Just Began Doing What's Necessary To Solve Your Problems Yourself.

There Is A Language Older By Far And Deeper Than Words. It Is The Language Of Bodies, Of Body On Body, Wind On Snow, Rain On Trees, Wave On Stone. It Is The Language Of Dream, Gesture, Symbol, Memory. We Have Forgotten This Language. We Do Not Even Remember That It Exists.

To Believe Christianity Stands In Opposition To Slavery Is At Best To Think Anachronistically And At Worst To Not Understand Christianity.

All The Mega Corporations On The Planet Make Their Obscene Profits Off The Labor And Suffering Of Others, With Complete Disregard For The Effects On The Workers, Environment, And Future Generations. We Have A Straightforward Proposal: If They Want Public Money, We Want Public Control. It's That Simple.

We Must Learn How To Think Like The Planet.