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I've been wondering if the people and organizations that have been lawfully or dogmatically providing us answers wouldn't do better to be offering us more questions. Especially where religion & spirituality are concerned, I'm not sure I trust or want my religion or spiritual organization to provide me with all of the answers.

I think more questions are needed. Questions that challenge, that disturb, that bring about change.

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