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Many People Must Be Ruled To Thrive. In Their Selfishness And Greed, They See Free People As Their Oppressors. They Wish To Have A Leader Who Will Cut The Taller Plants So The Sun Will Reach Them. They Think No Plant Should Be Allowed To Grow Taller Than The Shortest, And In That Way Give Light To All. They Would Rather Be Provided A Guiding Light, Regardless Of The Fuel, Than Light A Candle Themselves.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.

I'm Afraid That We All Make Mistakes. One Of The Things That Defines Our Character Is How We Handle Mistakes. If We Lie About Having Made A Mistake, Then It Can't Be Corrected And It Festers. On The Other Hand, If We Give Up Just Because We Made A Mistake, Even A Big Mistake, None Of Us Would Get Far In Life.

The Light Of A New Day Always Chases The Shadows Of The Night Away, And Shows Us That The Shape Of Our Fears Is Only The Ghost Of Our Own Minds.

If You Are Unwilling To Defend Your Right To Your Own Lives, Then You Are Merely Like Mice Trying To Argue With Owls. You Think Their Ways Are Wrong. They Think You Are Dinner.