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Jul. 22nd, 2007 06:03 pmright now, literally all over the world, people are sharing a story.
right.this.minute.
they're sharing a story about faith, about love, about hope and fear, about standing up for what you believe, about tolerance and understanding, about courage and duty, honor and committment, about stepping forward to do what you know is right even when that might get you killed, about liberty and freedom, equality and rights, about the razor thin line between crushing intrusion and protecting the public, about friendship and family, about loss and recovery, pain and forgiveness.
all over the world this story is being shared right this very moment in space and time.
crossing culture, crossing language, crossing politics and religion; witness the power of storytelling, the power of imagination, the power of hope.
litcrit The Books all you want, and be justified in doing so, but stand back and recognize the utterly amazing thing that Jo Rowling has done - she's united humanity, for just a little while, around the Boy Who Lived.
edit: cut to allow the skippage.
and bloody hell, i've just made myself cry.
right.this.minute.
they're sharing a story about faith, about love, about hope and fear, about standing up for what you believe, about tolerance and understanding, about courage and duty, honor and committment, about stepping forward to do what you know is right even when that might get you killed, about liberty and freedom, equality and rights, about the razor thin line between crushing intrusion and protecting the public, about friendship and family, about loss and recovery, pain and forgiveness.
all over the world this story is being shared right this very moment in space and time.
crossing culture, crossing language, crossing politics and religion; witness the power of storytelling, the power of imagination, the power of hope.
litcrit The Books all you want, and be justified in doing so, but stand back and recognize the utterly amazing thing that Jo Rowling has done - she's united humanity, for just a little while, around the Boy Who Lived.
edit: cut to allow the skippage.
and bloody hell, i've just made myself cry.