From “The
Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
18 December
My God made me to move mountains, not to whimper excuses. To
be self-possessed, prodigal, joyous. To cavort with all the freedom and
playfulness of some magnificent animal broke out finally from life’s entangling
undergrowth, utterly free now to romp about in God's very own broad sunlit
uplands.
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