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She held the box in front of her and shook it cautiously. Cora Crippen's head, carefully wrapped in layers of newspaper, moved only slightly within...She decided that it was best buried at sea, in the dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean where it would sink to the bottom and never come to light again ( Read more... )

Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It's possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it ( Read more... )

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God - sure if it means sense. "God" is poetic for the unobtainable. Sense is hard to get but it can be got. Certainly that destroys "God", it destroys everything that interferes with simple clarity of apprehension.

"When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free ( Read more... )

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