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“In [[the Father]]'s deep, green and [[beautiful]] [[forests]], there are many trees, tall and beautiful oaks, and beeches, and poplars, and evergreens of many kinds, and these are strong and mighty [[monuments]] that help to cleanse this [[earth]] and hold it together. And this [[symbolizes]] living [[truth]] for these great and [[glorious]] plants, each and every one, from flowers to mighty redwoods, hold this world together and try to cleanse.

“In [[the Father]]'s deep, green and [[beautiful]] [[forests]], there are many trees, tall and beautiful oaks, and beeches, and poplars, and evergreens of many kinds, and these are strong and mighty [[monuments]] that help to cleanse this [[earth]] and hold it together. And this [[symbolizes]] living [[truth]] for these great and [[glorious]] plants, each and every one, from flowers to mighty redwoods, hold this world together and try to cleanse.

“This is living [[truth]], my friends, always [[growing]]. And yet the rumbling, blundering, [[industrial]] [[machine]], seemingly of no [[soul]], has often ravaged this [[landscape]] and these beautiful [[trees]]. To be sure, this is as it should be in the [[symbiotic]] [[relationship]] of your earth. But too often, these living monuments of [[truth]] in our [[allegory]] are destroyed and killed, so to speak, to make fence posts, which are covered with noxious [[chemicals]], seemingly to preserve but to even prevent your small [[life]] from having a [[home]]. And these poisoned and dead posts, sunk in concrete and holes to make fences of barbed wire to separate you beautiful people of [[Urantia]] with fences of [[dogma]]. Incessant demand to choose sides and to fight each other and to find disharmony. And this is often caused by those who would take their [[truth]] and set it in concrete. A small bit of [[truth]], perhaps, that they [[worship]] as all [[encompassing]] truth, not knowing that truth is always [[growing]].

“This is living [[truth]], my friends, always [[growing]]. And yet the rumbling, blundering, [[industrial]] [[machine]], seemingly of no [[soul]], has often ravaged this [[landscape]] and these beautiful trees. To be sure, this is as it should be in the [[symbiotic]] [[relationship]] of your earth. But too often, these living monuments of [[truth]] in our [[allegory]] are destroyed and killed, so to speak, to make fence posts, which are covered with noxious [[chemicals]], seemingly to preserve but to even prevent your small [[life]] from having a [[home]]. And these poisoned and dead posts, sunk in concrete and holes to make fences of barbed wire to separate you beautiful people of [[Urantia]] with fences of [[dogma]]. Incessant demand to choose sides and to fight each other and to find disharmony. And this is often caused by those who would take their [[truth]] and set it in concrete. A small bit of [[truth]], perhaps, that they [[worship]] as all [[encompassing]] truth, not knowing that truth is always [[growing]].

“[[Truth]] is always [[changing]]. There are many [[paths]] up the [[majestic]] [[mountain]] of [[the Father]]'s love for each of you. And each path is [[sacred]], and as each sojourner turns to see the path he has covered, he sees a greater portion of the [[picture]], a greater portion of [[truth]]. Shall we walk together to this [[pinnacle]] of truth that we [[eventually]] will find in our own [[perfection]], and we on this side work on this [[path]] as do you. We [[work]] together, we [[learn]] [[together]], we [[struggle]] together, but on our side dear friends, we struggle not in [[fear]], for that is the poison that makes struggle indeed an [[adversity]] and [[suffering]], of which you have had a sufficient portion.

“[[Truth]] is always [[changing]]. There are many [[paths]] up the [[majestic]] [[mountain]] of [[the Father]]'s love for each of you. And each path is [[sacred]], and as each sojourner turns to see the path he has covered, he sees a greater portion of the [[picture]], a greater portion of [[truth]]. Shall we walk together to this [[pinnacle]] of truth that we [[eventually]] will find in our own [[perfection]], and we on this side work on this [[path]] as do you. We [[work]] together, we [[learn]] [[together]], we [[struggle]] together, but on our side dear friends, we struggle not in [[fear]], for that is the poison that makes struggle indeed an [[adversity]] and [[suffering]], of which you have had a sufficient portion.