One Can Have A Wit, But Not

Plots Behind Plots, Plans Behind Plans. There Was Always Another Secret.

She Loved The Teachings Of The Five Visions. Humility. Sacrifice. Seeing Another's Problems Before Your Own. Yet She Was Beginning To Think That She-- Along With Others-- Had Taken This Belief Too Far, Letting Her Desire To Seem Humble Become A Form Of Pride Itself. She Now Saw That When Her Faith Had Become About Clothing Instead Of People, It Had Taken A Wrong Turn.

Why Did They Believe? Because They Saw Miracles. Things One Man Took As Chance, A Man Of Faith Took As A Sign. A Loved One Recovering From Disease, A Fortunate Business Deal, A Chance Meeting With A Long Lost Friend. It Wasn't The Grand Doctrines Or The Sweeping Ideals That Seemed To Make Believers Out Of Men. It Was The Simple Magic In The World Around Them.

It's Not Imitating Anything; It Has Become A Better Version Of Itself.

I've Found You Can Ignore Half Of What Dox Tells You And Not Miss Much-except For Maybe They Occasional Complaint That You're Spending Too Much.