faith, a human strategy, aphorism 427

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When we reach the state where all adjustments are petty, where we no longer seem to be building, but merely picking up after ourselves, yet find ourselves ascending, then we have faith.  We are close.  Formerly, we had no energy for reality, yet fancied we could move mountains.

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