other than fear anger and hate. There are no soaring crescendos of moving
music. No beauty of Gods nature reproduced in art. No actors on a stage
powerfully conveying some great emotion. No beauty no light no humor no
complex expression of gratitude or sweetness. No grandeur no completeness,
no rhythm no rhyme no feeling sublime. No human passion nor compassion. No
cleansing of repentance no light of faith. Only terror and darkness and
stilted affection. And this is what they want for you and me.
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