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Sunday, August 28th, 2005
8:06a - A Foolish Kind of Bravery?

It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

-- Emiliano Zapata

Ah, the true champion of lost causes. IF you can not, by living, return to fight another day, with hopefully better odds...

IF, by dying right then, in that way, you can inspire others, perhaps.

Or, possibly, if you can take an awful lot of the enemy with you at the same time.

People training today's suicide bombers probably LOVE Emiliano Zapata, even if he didn't share their religion.

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8:52a - A Column I Agree With

Suzanne Beecher (Suzanne@EmailBookClub.com) runs a book club that puts out about a 10 minute read in a new book, starting a new one each Monday and posting five days in it. She has several different types of selections, and puts a column of her own thoughts in front most days. (Sometimes she uses guest columns, or repeats.)

Here is one that she put in front of the first day of the book HEIR TO THE GLIMMERING WORLD. I really like it.

There are rooms in my mind, and every now and then they need a good house cleaning. Things get dusty up there. Junk gets piled high and I run out of places to store new experiences. And I think that's what my problem is right now.

I've been trying to learn how to do something new. But there doesn't seem to be any "room at the inn," and I keep reverting back to my old ways. So I grabbed my broom and dust cloth the other day and did some tidying up.

Dusting and rearranging things made me feel better, but it didn't really free up any extra space. So I started opening doors and visiting some rooms that I hadn't spent any time in for quite a while. I was a little nervous when I first turned the door handle and peeked inside, because I stumbled on experiences and feelings that I'd forgotten about long ago. Some of them made me feel good, and I couldn't understand why I'd packed them up and put them away.
But other things weren't the least bit helpful to me any more. In fact, thinking about them again reminded me of just how destructive they had been.

I spent a lot of time rummaging around the rooms in my mind. I cried, I laughed, and I let go of some things that I just couldn't afford to take with me on the journey any more.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

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