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“And now you realize what sacrifice is, don’t you?” He had been down for several days after finding out an old friend had finished a magnificent tour of the world. He looked up forlornly at the person, “I don’t want to sacrifice, I want to engage.” “Ah, but first you must understand the differences!”
The sacrifices had been merely personal; experienced personally and suffered personally with the larger world not caring one way or the other.
The sacrifices were like objects completely invisible to all but the one who sacrifices. And they are always in the room, still and large without expression.
“It becomes obvious to us that we want to be anyone but ourselves…”
“But you see, sacrifice is painful. However it always has a tiny hole of redemption in it. Look for that tiny hole.”
“I find the easy way we are manipulated into our worst nature to be disturbing. Perhaps that’s why I shield myself.”
“Well, that should clue you into something.”
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