My friend Plague just reminded me of the Miracle in Zuccotti Park. She said in her dreams she's rolling me down the street "and we're there, with the unions- you and I, in that proud moment. I haven't felt so stirred up in a long time- how glorious to even begin to think that, if this country were pushed far enough, what happened in Egypt might be able to happen here, after all." It's true. People are protesting all over my country, in big cities and small ones. I believe a lot of them would die rather than go on the way we are.
And so, this is the packet of crap I have to carry through this American Autumn. We all have at least one. But change is coming. We just have to shepherd it closely.
The Door Is Ajar.
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