How fertile the soil can be; how fertile our mind’s potential. So how to convince those who interpret biblical passages - as permission to bomb and kill - that they are wrong? We’ve engaged in dialog. We’ve resolutioned (I checked with the Decider and he has allowed me to use the word as such) unjust actions until they are nothing more than the numbers they originally were in the first place. We’ve tried the hammer and flattened cities, ruined lives, made ashes and dust of corporal beings without achieving our objective. We’ve talk showed, journaled, blogged, and chatted till the words dripped like honey from a bear's snout. Yet the virgins still have greater appeal. Goloni pride still dictates action. The cross leads the way.
How fertile can this soil be when the detritus of hate soaks it mantle deep? JRM
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