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Not everybody feels religion the same way. Some it’s in their mouth, but some it’s like a hope in their blood, their bones.
It is destroying, dissolving him utterly, this helpless warmth against him, this feel of a child.
“The joy, the reason to believe,” my mother said, “the hope for the world, the baby, holy with possibility, that is all of us at birth.”
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