Being is intact

Intact. Think of that word, of its sweet assurance. It speaks to the heart of that which remains uninjured, unaltered, unimpaired, of that which retains its original condition and beautiful completeness.

Who hasn't earnestly longed for the assurance that what's most precious—love, substance, health—really will be intact, the same in ten years as today or last year? But doesn't it seem as though life is full of challenges that would steal away or diminish our being?

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