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"Now - here is my secret
I tell it to you with an openness of heart that I doubt I shall ever acheive again, so I pray that you are in a quiet room as you hear these words. My secret is that I need God - that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because i no longer seem capable of giving; to to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable fo kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love. "
by dear mr copeland, the final pages of -life after god-

now, can someone give me any just cause why a person would even consider writing a book, when this book makes me never even want to try, it is so whole and beautiful?!