Grant me that deeper faith that lets me test my faith in the crucible of experience and lets me sail in the winds of change rather than hug the harbor of the familiar. I would not lodge in some narrow dry dock of beliefs for fear of rudderless anarchy. Man makes dry docks. Let me go see who made the wide ocean.
The anarchy we fear most in the world is apt to be a projection of a chaos that is within us.
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