If we lift our hands in orchestrated ecstasy to the God we cannot see but refuse to raise our voices in solidarity with brothers and sisters who grieve before our very eyes then we are indeed fully opiated addicts to religion’s needle, and whatever flimflam of hope that is within us is gelded and knows nothing of the fury of love.
seek and you shall find
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