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Change Occurs When Deeply Felt Private Experiences Are Given Public Legitimacy.

I Have Been Known As A Crank, Faddist, Madman. Evidently The Reputation Is Well Deserved. For Wherever I Go, I Draw To Myself Cranks, Faddists, And Madmen.

The Eternal Duel Between Ormuzd And Ahriman, God And Satan, Is Raging In My Breast, Which Is One Among Their Billion Battlefields.

Without Living Truth, God Is Nowhere.

Mere Brave Speech Without Action Is Letting Off Useless Steam.