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Trust, trust, trust! With enough trust, people break their so-called limits and do what was presumed impossible.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in forgiving that we are forgiven,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

In the darkest of times, and there were many, I could never look out at so many wonderful people, engage them in laughter and give-and-take, without walking from the room filled with wonder at the human spirit. They could do anything! Anything! And so can everyone, everywhere, if our minds are open enough, our hearts warm enough, and our spirits strong enough to conceive of institutions that enable us to do so.

Given the right circumstances, from no more than dreams, determination, and the liberty to try, quite ordinary people consistently do extraordinary things.

If you think you can’t, why think?

The theology of chaordic organization, writ simple: Heaven is purpose, principle, and people. Purgatory is paper and procedure. Hell is rule and regulation.

The possibility of that which has never occurred cannot be determined by opinion—only by an attempt.