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The Arms Race Is Worse Than It Ever Was, The Dumping Of Creation Down A Military Rat Hole Is Worse Than It Ever Was, The Wars Across The Earth Are Worse Than They Ever Were.

I'd Like To Die With My Boots On.

Sometime In Your Life, Hope That You Might See One Starved Man, The Look On His Face When The Bread Finally Arrives. Hope That You Might Have Baked It Or Bought Or Even Kneaded It Yourself. For That Look On His Face, For Your Meeting His Eyes Across A Piece Of Bread, You Might Be Willing To Lose A Lot, Or Suffer A Lot, Or Die A Little, Even.

For My Part, I Believe That The Vain, Glorious And The Violent Will Not Inherit The Earth. . . . In Pursuance Of That Faith My Friends And I Take The Hands Of The Dying In Our Hands. And Some Of Us Travel To The Pentagon, And Others Live In The Bowery And Serve There, And Others Speak Unpopularly And Plainly Of The Fate Of The Unborn And Of Convicted Criminals. It Is All One.

The God Of Life Summons Us To Life; More, To Be Lifegivers, Especially Toward Those Who Lie Under The Heel Of The Powers.