We don't start out too well. We're slow starters.
Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.
(July 01, 1804 - June 07, 1876)
Abuse of power, intimidation, attempt to stifle free speech - those things are sort of the shell of the matter. If I was trying to get what the idea of this is into a few words, that's it.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?