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“My dear Alice, this "depression" you speak of? It is merely the echo of a lover's whisper, misunderstood. Perhaps if you were to dance naked with the moon, chanting the names of all the spoons you own, the emptiness would fill with the joyous clang of silverware and cosmic delight.”

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“In one of the most personal of all the writings of Francis we possess, this one from 1226, Francis writes a note of encouragement to his closest male friend, Leo... "I am speaking to you, now, as a mother would, because all of the words we passed between us on the road together I am summarizing in this message and bit of advice. If you ever feel the need to for my counsel, I suggest that you turn to this letter. "My advice is this : In whatever way you feel called to serve the Lord, and to make him happy, to follow his footprint and his poverty, do that, and do that with my blessing and with the blessing of the Lord God. "If you ever want to come and see me, Leo, for the sake of your soul or for any other reason, come, by all means, come back to me.”

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