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			  <title>Treasure</title>
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				The many marvels of our world &ndash; proximately the consequence of technology, ultimately the consequence of free markets and rational thought &ndash; are possible only insofar as we no longer really believe in magic. We don&rsquo;t pray to, or dance for, rain gods; we use our minds and machines to irrigate fields. Most of us don&rsquo;t depend upon unseen, otherworldly forces to maintain our health and extend our life spans; we rely upon medical science. If we want to extend our knowledge, we read books or watch educational television programs; we don&rsquo;t study tea leaves or gopher entrails. But one serious species of belief in magic continues to haunt us: politics. Many of us &ndash; indeed, most of us &ndash; believe that high priests who utter or write certain words according to treasured ceremonial prescriptions and done in certain temples (usually made of marble and topped with domes) can perform magic. They can&rsquo;t. But they try and try &ndash; and too many of us simply have faith that their rituals are effective.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:40:05 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Sunset</title>
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				One of the most satisfying experiences I know is fully to appreciate an individual in the same way I appreciate a sunset. When I look at a sunset...I don&#039;t find myself saying, &#039;Soften the orange a litle more on the right hand corner, and put a bit more purple along the base, and use a little more pink in the cloud color...&#039; I don&#039;t try to control a sunset. I watch it with awe as it unfolds.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 23:35:25 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Resourceful</title>
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				You wrote to me once, listing the four chief virtues. Wisdom, Justice, Fortitude and Temperance. As I read the list I knew I had none of them. But i have other virtues, father. Ambition, that can be a virtue when it drives us to excel. Resourcefulness. Courage. Perhaps not on the battlefield but there are many forms of courage. Devotion, to my family, to you. But none of my virtues were on your list. Even then, it was as if you didn&#039;t want me for your son.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 23:27:28 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Courteous</title>
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				I have seen manners that make a similar impression with personal beauty; that give the like exhilaration, and refine us like that; and, in memorable experiences, they are suddenly better than beauty, and make that superfluous and ugly. But they must be marked by fine perception, the acquaintance with real beauty. They must always show self-control: you shall not be facile, apologetic, or leaky, but king over your word; and every gesture and action shall indicate power at rest. Then they must be inspired by the good heart. There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us. &#039;Tis good to give a stranger a meal, or a night&#039;s lodging. &#039;Tis better to be hospitable to his good meaning and thought, and give courage to a companion. We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 22:15:09 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Organized</title>
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				The events of human life, whether public or private, are so intimately linked to architecture that most observers can reconstruct nations or individuals in all the truth of their habits from the remains of their public monuments or from their domestic relics. Archaeology is to social nature what comparative anatomy is to organized nature. A mosaic reveals an entire society, just as a skeleton of an ichthyosaur suggests an entire creation. Everything is deducible, everything is linked. The cause allows one to guess the effect, just as each effect allows one to reconstruct a cause. The scientist can resuscitate in this manner even the warts of ancient times. From this comes without doubt the prodigious interest that an architectural description can inspire when the writer&#039;s fantasy is faithful to its basic elements. Cannot each person reattach it to its past by rigorous deductions? And as for man, does not the past singularly resemble the future? Tell him what was and is this not almost always the same thing as telling him what will be?				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:59:19 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Stealing</title>
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				Don&#039;t worry about people stealing an idea. If it&#039;s original, you will have to ram it down their throats.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:50:25 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Honesty</title>
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				I think of a promise as a declaration that something is true (honest) or that you will honestly carry out what ever statement you have pledged. As adults we are likely to use a hand shake as a symbol of agreement but kids prefer the pinkie promise. I had my kids stage their hands for me and took this one shot. I then converted to Black and white and played with the channel mixer, exposure and contrast. And yes, I realize that some serious nail cleaning is due!				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:39:12 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>Perseverance</title>
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				The road to your championship will not be a smooth, wide and easily traveled freeway. No, great accomplishments are never realized without first having to endure steep climbs, hard falls and sharp turns. The key to your success is perseverance and focus. Keep your focus on that which you desire to accomplish, your championship, and continually discover ways to, and ways not to, achieve your goals. Fall down and/or get knocked down 10 times and get back up 11..., and in so doing learn, grow and move closer to your championship.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:32:58 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>The Map</title>
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				Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home - so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm, or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman, and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world.				<br /><br />
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			  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 23:57:04 PDT</pubDate>
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			  <title>My Cousin...</title>
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				My favorite cousin I ever had...<br />
She made me feel very special everytime I&#039;m with her.<br />
I always call my cousin because we&#039;re so close. <br />
We&#039;re almost like sisters.<br />
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			  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 02:08:00 PDT</pubDate>
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