My dearest friend – he shines like a beacon on dark nights, and calls like a songbird guiding through foggy days. His words are as radiant as the moon, and illuminating as the sun.
THE LANGUAGE OF TRUTH IS UNARDONED AND ALWAYS SIMPLE
In writing this blog, I feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it to save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may be dashed to destruction and death before the rapids are cleared. But my duty is clear to me, and it shall not be said that I cared more for my personal safety than I did for the life of that beautiful, innocent child. I shall take the child over those terrible rapids, and even though I am battered to pieces when we reach the calm waters below, she must still be the same lovely little girl she always was . . . for in her resides the whole future human race.
Now I find myself…
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