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“The beginning of this year has alerted me to a brand new phenomenon. That the definition/the image, of fear, has changed! It used to be that when one stood up to face the demon and look it in the eye for what it is-- this was once upon a time called courage. To stand in darkness and look at it, this was called courage. But in recent times, evidently this has changed. Today, when we stand and look at a demon in its face, and fight it, we are the fearful ones. We fight because we are fearful. Only the courageous can ignore. Why have the acts of indifference, omition and evasion, now become the new definition of courage? There is no bravery in the act of looking the other way, to cover one's eyes in order not to see what is. There is bravery in the act of uncovering one's eyes, looking at what is, gazing into the eyes of demons. Look and see, what has become of our world, what has become of us. Do not be afraid to rise, to conquer.”

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