"Whenever I feel the world is closing in on me, I go to a quiet place that lies somewhere in my soul. I do not reason, analyze, or think. Those will come later. I simply go. And as a frightened child finds comfort and strength in a loving parent, I find my God there. From this places of power, I gather strength to stand firm in the face of fire, to be calm in the midst of thunder. When I emerge from this sanctuary, the world has not changed, but I have. And in my changing, a whole new world is born."
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