Woke Me Up Inside – 10. MY LAST BREATH, WHISPER, and Coherent Mission Statements

All I wanted to say was I love you and I’m not afraid.

It would be nice if I could say it took me this long to write this, the final proper chapter in my series on Fallen and wokeness, because I was spending hours every day agonizing over each word, ensuring that the thesis and evidence provided therein would crystallize this whole ragged mess into something beautiful, singular, and focused.

Nope! Instead I’m inspired by my specific inability to do that.

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