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“We reject that which would save us out of the misguided illusion that we can handily save ourselves. Yet, we plummet in the embrace of such an illusion only to deny the fall and justify the brutality of the impact. Staggering and blinded, we raise ourselves up from the carnage, lean on the crutches of weakly fabricated philosophies, and declare the illusion of self-serving savior once again. And until we relent and embrace the Savior born at Christmas, falls will be our lot, carnage our companion, and misery our destination.”

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