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Alchemy


Ramblings post Arthur Miller's 'The Crucible'...

We possess the perverted desire to have others validate our worthiness – we are, unto ourselves, unable to justify our own self worth. We thus look to and rely on the evils of modern day; e-mail, phone, the number of friends in our Facebook, to measure our seed in life’s hierarchy.

Love yourself.
Trust yourself.
Pay that forward.
By Janet Jarrell
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