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Once you step inside, history has to be rewritten to include you. A fiction develops a story that weaves you into the social fabric, giving you roots and a local identity. You are assimilated, and in erasing your differences and making you one of their own, the community can maintain belief in its wholeness and purity. After two or three generations, nobody remembers the story is fiction. It has become fact. And this is how history is made.
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But that is the thing about miracles: it is perception that determines them as such, not facts.
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How is it that disappointment arrives as soon as what you have desired for so long steps over the threshold? It’s like finding the end of your wedding train dragging behind in the mud.
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Religion is a thing of the past, the Party said, an instrument of oppression that keeps the common man in bondage.
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Okay, so yours is not a map of blood. But can't you see? This is a map of love.
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How do you protect a child from heartbreak? All I know is the egg wants to be held all the time, and perhaps if I hold her all the time she will know that she is loved in such a fundamental and profound way that when her heart is broken as an adult, she will not fall apart, will know that she is still loved and lovable.