How is it that some ideas
Get so embedded that we can’t let go,
But seem to grow around them;
Hold them closer to our hearts
Until we confuse them with our souls?
Even when they’re foreign to our nature,
We hang on, clutching them like stones,
Ready to hurl at the next unbeliever,
In spite of everything that tells us
There’s a chance we might possibly be wrong…
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