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I'd like to begin this talk with an essay that I like from Bruce Holland Rodgers.

He writes this. He says, when he was very young, he waved his arms and snapped his massive jaws

and trumped around the house so that dishes trembled in the China cabinet.

O, for goodness sakes, his mother said, you are not a dinosaur. You're a human being.

And since he was not a dinosaur, he thought for a time he might be a pirate.

Seriously, his father said to him after school one day, what do you want to be?

But in high school, they gave him tests and told him he was good with numbers.

Perhaps he'd like to be a math teacher that was respectable or tax accountant.

He can make a lot of money doing that. It seemed like a good idea to make money

what with falling in love and thinking about raising a family.

So he became a tax accountant, even though he sometimes regretted it because it made him feel

well small and it made him feel even smaller when he was no longer a tax accountant, but a retired

tax accountant still worse a retired tax accountant who forgot things. He forgot to take the garbage to

the curb, to take his pill, to turn his hearing aid on. Every day it seemed he forgot more things,

important things like where his children lived and which of them were married or divorced.

Then one day when he was out for a walk by the lake, he forgot what his mother had told him.

He forgot that he was not a dinosaur. He stood blinking his dinosaur eyes in the bright sunlight,

feeling its familiar warmth on his dinosaur skin, watching dragonflies flitting among the horse

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