An open note to Diane Wilson. Diane, it was not that I was impressed by you going over the White House fence. It was not that I was impressed that for the thousandth time you were on hunger strike. It is not that you were approaching your 60th day on hunger strike. No. It was that you don't give up. You don't give up Diane. That is the hallmark of life. That is the hallmark of loving, agape. Life doesn't give up. Loving doesn't give up. Virtually all of us are pods in the matrix. Right, center, and left, have selected comfortable, living death in the matrix. But not you. But not you, Diane Neo Wilson.

An open note to Diane Wilson. Diane, it was not that I was impressed by you going over the White House fence. It was not that I was impressed that for the thousandth time you were on hunger strike. It is not that you were approaching your 60th day on hunger strike. No. It was that you don't give up. You don't give up Diane. That is the hallmark of life. That is the hallmark of loving, agape. Life doesn't give up. Loving doesn't give up. Virtually all of us are pods in the matrix. Right, center, and left, have selected comfortable, living death in the matrix. But not you. But not you, Diane Neo Wilson.

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