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When Life Is At That Extremely Hard Time, All We Can Control Is Our Attitude.

So Great Becomes The Fear Of Losing What We Have That Many Of Us Rush Back To Hide Under The Temporary Shelter Of Convention Rather Than Follow The Path Of Self-discovery Wherever It Might Lead. Given Adequate Time And Sufficient Fear, We May Hide So Long That We Hardly Notice We're Slowly Suffocating.

An Indispensable Anthology Of Hope And Inspiration. Put Away Your Prozac, And Pick Up The Impossible Will Take A Little While.

Moving Ourselves To The Background And Others To The Foreground Is Evidence That The (spiritual) Search Is Achieving Its Purpose.

Well, You Could Become A Southern Baptist. I Mean, Instead Of Having To Obey The Pope, You Could Just Obey Your Husband.