If only dreams came true without working for them. If only there was magic. If only goodness and mercy followed me and you, if only the poor were not also downtrodden, if only there was information coming from Heaven and God, and just from my wanting something more wonderful than myself, more creative, more sympathetic, less afraid, less fearful. "Teach us to pray, teach us to care, and not to care." I love, and did love, the very idea of an all-merciful God. And then I grew up and saw science, math, philosophy, and creativity. I have ended up being able to love being able to love.
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