It's a conceit of our culture, I suppose. We all have an imaginary audience, a clamor of voices in our minds that tell us that what we have to say is important, is worth being heard or read. I'm not so sure anything I've ever had to say was worthy of either. I'm a man. Nothing more. That I have worn Jedi robes most of my life, that I wield a lightsaber, doesn't change that my skin singes just as quickly when exposed to flame as anyone else's might, doesn't change that I sometimes wonder what is to become of us all, in the wake of recent events.
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Julie A., M.A. Ross and Judy Corcoran
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"When you understand that your feelings are triggered by what you think
about an event and not by the event itself, you gain a measure of control.
Although...
15 hours ago
