If You're Not A Feminist, You're Part

I Don't Know What God Is, Or What God Had In Mind When The Universe Was Set In Motion. In Fact, I Don't Know If God Even Exists, Although I Confess That I Sometimes Find Myself Praying In Times Of Great Fear, Or Despair, Or Astonishment At A Display Of Unexpected Beauty.

Sometimes He Tried Too Hard To Make Sense Of The World, To Figure Out Why People Were Bad To Each Other So Often.

There Is Nothing Glamorous Or Romantic About War. It's Mostly About Random Pointless Death And Misery.

The Only Person You Are Fighting Is Yourself And Your Stubbornness To Engage In New Circumstances.

I'm Going To Paraphrase Thoreau Here... Rather Than Love, Than Money, Than Faith, Than Fame, Than Fairness... Give Me Truth.