Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
The Introductory Dialogue to the Preface
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Lost in Translation #129 After the priest chants aloud the ending of the
Secret, he and the congregation or choir chant aloud three rounds of
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