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Do Not Be Afraid

By BRONZE
Coral Springs, Florida

Into my mind do the thoughts slowly creep- Disrupting my life and destroying my sleep. I pleaded and begged and entreated and prayed; His voice softly whispers: “Do not be afr...

dancinglatinist BRONZE, Coral Springs, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
They say that it is the fear of death and of what comes after death that makes men turn to religion as they advance in years. But my own experience has given me the conviction that, quite apart from any such terrors or imaginings, the religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older; to develop because, as the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the images, desires and distractions, in which it used to be absorbed; whereupon God emerges as from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns towards the source of all light; turns naturally and inevitably; for now that all that gave to the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, now that phenomenal existence is no more bolstered up by impressions from within or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something that will never play us false–a reality, an absolute and everlasting truth.-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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