THE WAY In reality, everything on Earth a predatory mixture of blessing and curse, our social structure of honest mutuality a lying caricature to hide venality. Then "live simply that others may simply live"* and so fairly endure that moral stricture, go timeless and pure into eternity.

* Dorothy Day

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