When I think of God, I think of the earth as a very small thing. Then I think of myself as hardly a speck. Then I see there is no use for this tiny dot to spend its small life doing things for itself. It might as well spend its tiny amount of time making the less fortunate specks in the world enjoy them selves.
A 14 year old Joen Baez writing in her autobiography And a Voice to Sing - recommended
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