*
'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under
the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to
pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a
time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time
to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away
stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, and a
time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a
time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to
sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a
time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.'
*
Kalus was awe-struck. 'Are all the things in that book as true and
wise?' he asked. 'Who is its author?'
This was exactly what she feared. More than one newly opened and
vulnerable heart had fallen into the trap of blind acceptance of this,
and other religious works. Whether Christianity was the true faith or
not, whether one true faith existed, was not the point. The religious
doctrines of humanity were simply too broad and powerful to impart to
one in his position: sensitive, struggling and searching. And in this
she showed wisdom or her own.
'I'm afraid not, Kalus.
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