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As A Society, You Were Unwilling To Reflect Upon The Shared Pain That United You With Those Who Attacked You. You Retreated Into Myths Of Your Own Difference, Assumptions Of Your Own Superiority. And You Acted Out These Beliefs On The Stage Of The World, So That The Entire Planet Was Rocked By The Repercussions Of Your Tantrums, Not Least My Family, Now Facing War Thousands Of Miles Away.

A Reader Should Encounter Themselves In A Novel, I Think.

For Many People, There Is An Almost Power To Be Found In Prayer.

When The Uncertain Future Becomes The Past, The Past In Turn Becomes Uncertain.

The Gun Of The Father Is Always The Undoing Of The Son.