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“Over the years of grassroots advocacy, I have learned: People want help, but they don’t want structure. People want leadership, but they resent authority. People want information, but they don’t understand it. People want strategy, but they panic when shown the reality. Most groups have at least one person who wants the glory, not the change. Most groups have a lot of sheep wandering without a true shepherd. This is why so many initiatives fail. Remember, chaos is what killed the dinosaurs.”

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Book:The Spirit of Sedona By San Dan Yi: 13 Month Engagement Planner and Journal
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Book:Mine Till Midnight
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“Roma è sovrastata da un cielo livido di temporale, che lascia qua e là dei varchi per far passare enormi fasci luminosi creando una luce artificiale che pennella i palazzi di oro sgargiante. Una vecchia baldracca imbellettata, ecco quello che è questa città: una puttana a fine carriera, ancora bellissima se la guardi di sera alla luce fioca delle candele, ma rivoltante se te la trovi di fianco al mattino, senza trucco e senza voglia. Ma proprio per questo si prende il lusso di sbatterti fuori a calci, per piangere da sola davanti allo specchio. [Emilia Bianchetti, Tramonti d'occidente, p.12]”

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“Cedo le armi. L'idea di Roma come spazio franco e rifugio di banditi: ecco qualcosa di affine. C'è qualcosa di antico nell'immagine del fuggiasco che viaggia nella tempesta, vede una capanna, bussa e viene accolto. Il templum. Il sacro perimetro che ti salva. Il luogo rifugio che nelle lingue del Mediterraneo d'Oriente ha lo stesso nome della santità. Barak. La baracca. Che poi sta alla radice di Barka, la gens di Annibale, e di Barcellone. Il vino ha chiuso il cerchio.”

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