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I Am Not Convinced That There Is Such A Thing As A Soul

. . . A Statement That Is Repugnant To One's Beliefs Can Be As True As One That Is Pleasurable.

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.

We, Perhaps, Have Corrupted Our Children And Our Grandchildren By Heedless Affluence, By A Lack Of Manliness, By Giving The Younger Generation More Money And Liberty Than Their Youth Can Handle, By Indoctrinating Them With Sinister Ideologies And False Values, By Permitting Them, As Young Children, To Indulge Themselves In Imprudence To Superiors And Defiance Of Duly Constituted Authority, By Lack Of Prudent, Swift Punishment When The Transgressed, By Coddling And Pampering Them When They Were Children And Protecting Them From A Very Dangerous World.

One, If One Is Sensible, Blames Government, Not The Servers Of Government, Not Those Entangled In Their Governments.