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The Truth Is So Simple That It Is Regarded As A Pretentious Banality.

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.

Pray That Your Loneliness May Spur You Into Finding Something To Live For, Great Enough To Die For.

In A Dream I Walked With God Through The Deep Places Of Creation; Past Walls That Receded And Gates That Opened Through Hall After Hall Of Silence, Darkness And Refreshment--the Dwelling Place Of Souls Acquainted With Light And Warmth--until, Around Me, Was An Infinity Into Which We All Flowed Together And Lived Anew, Like The Rings Made By Raindrops Falling Upon Wide Expanses Of Calm Dark Waters.

The Big, Shoe-thumping Fellow Continues As A Dark Thunderhead To Threaten All Unrepentant Non-communists With Hail And Thunder.