From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
23 September
Your God and mine made us 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 entangling undergrowth, free to romp about in God's very own broad, sunlit uplands.
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