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In A Head-on Collision With Fanatics, The Real Problem Is Always The Same: How Can We Possibly Behave Decently Toward People So Arrogantly Ignorant That They Believe, First, That They Possess Christ's Power To Bestow Salvation, Second, That Forcing Us To Memorize And Regurgitate A Few Of Their Favorite Bible Phrases And Attend Their Church Is That Salvation, And Third, That Any Discomfort, Frustration, Anger Or Disagreement We Express In The Face Of Their Moronic Barrages Is Due Not To Their Astounding Effrontery But To Our Sinfulness?

The Principles That Will Save Earth's Life Are The Same Principles That Save The Living Souls Of Humans: Ineluctable Spiritual Principles.

Ecosystems Are Holy. The Word "environmental" Is A Deadly Compromise Itself. It's A Policy Word That Lives Only In The Head, And Barely There.

You, Me, & Your Papa Are 3 Of The Tiny Percentage Of Souls On This Miserable Earth Who've Figured Out That Playing Ball Is The Highest Purpose God Ever Invented The Human Male Body For.

Punctuationally Speaking, Wonder Is A Period At The End Of A Statement We've Long Taken For Granted, Suddenly Looking Up And Seeing The Sinuous Curve Of A Tall Black Hat On Its Head, And Realizing It Was A Question Mark All Along.