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Through Fasting. . .i Have Found A Perfect Health, A New State Of Existence, A Feeling Of Purity And Happiness, Something Unknown To Humans.

Dad, As A Good American, Believed His Newspapers.

Human Beings Suffer Agonies, And Their Sad Fates Become Legends; Poets Write Verses About Them And Playwrights Compose Dramas, And The Remembrance Of Past Grief Becomes A Source Of Present Pleasure - Such Is The Strange Alchemy Of The Spirit.

All Art Is Propaganda. It Is Universally And Inescabably Propaganda; Sometimes Unconsciously, But Often Deliberately, Propaganda.

I Am Sustained By A Sense Of The Worthwhileness Of What I Am Doing; A Trust In The Good Faith Of The Process Which Created And Sustains Me. That Process I Call God.