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It is a sad world where the things happening in the night are the most fascinating, which means they are broadcast where we can see them better and hopefully buy the toothpaste sponsoring them. The startling things are real, but they are not who we are, not we who embrace our humanity and shudder at the tales of those who prey and injure to feel a power we shun My mother said there is no paycheck for being good; Maybe, but there is consolation for in those moments when what we do is what we ought to have done Moments when a stranger's child frightened by lighting instinctively leaps into your arms for comfort, times when a stricken cancer patient is solicitous about the sound of your cough in the doctor's office. You have felt the warmth I cannot describe and you know, you know this is the touch of something greater given to comfort us for all we will endure.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Comfort in the Dark
It is a sad world where the things happening in the night are the most fascinating, which means they are broadcast where we can see them better and hopefully buy the toothpaste sponsoring them. The startling things are real, but they are not who we are, not we who embrace our humanity and shudder at the tales of those who prey and injure to feel a power we shun My mother said there is no paycheck for being good; Maybe, but there is consolation for in those moments when what we do is what we ought to have done Moments when a stranger's child frightened by lighting instinctively leaps into your arms for comfort, times when a stricken cancer patient is solicitous about the sound of your cough in the doctor's office. You have felt the warmth I cannot describe and you know, you know this is the touch of something greater given to comfort us for all we will endure.
jim-timonere
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
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