It comes the vey moment you wake up each
morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day
rush at you like wild animals. And the first job
each morning consists simply in shoving them all
back; in listening to that other voice, taking that
other point of view, letting that other larger,
stronger, quieter life come flowing in.
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