"I would like to buy $3.00 worth of God, please, not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don't want enough to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want the ecstasy, not the transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of Eternal in an paper sack. I would like to buy $3.00 worth of God, please."
~ Wilbur E. Rees ~
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