The first time you're betrayed.
The first time you feel utterly lost.
The first time you cannot pay your way.
The first time you think you're in love.
The first time you experience death.
The first time you truly wake up.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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