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“For a long time then I seemed to live by a
slender thread of faith, spun out from within me. From this single thread I
spun strands that joined me to the good things of the world. And then I spun
more threads that joined all the threads together, making a life. When it was
complete, or nearly so, it was shapely and beautiful in the light of day. It
endured through the nights, but sometimes it only barely did. It would be
tattered and set awry by things that fell or blew or fled or flew. Many of the
strands would be broken. Those I would have to spin again in the morning.”
—Wendell
Berry, Jayber Crow