In 1959, post-World War II, the tide of the red scare and the dawn of
All you have to do is believe. If you have to run about in the middle of nowhere, as your mouth has the capability of a loudspeaker, scream it at the top of your lungs so all the coyotes and Gila monsters can hear you. Speak it into existence. Say it so loud that it touches the hearts of many miles away as the feel, like the soft glimmer of hope that touches your own blood pumping organ. Scream so they can believe as you believe it. Once you believe that change is possible, you do whatever it takes to accomplish that. What you’re doing now. The pursuit you speak of is making way to that change, young Tabitha.
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