Amocracy in America
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"Amocracy is a word I have coined to mean the power of love".
Amocracy in America - Imaginary Letters from Beloved Visionaries.
By August Jaccaci
Amocracy is a new word coined by August Jaccaci meaning the power of love. The letters in Amocracy in America from forty-five beloved visionary thinkers all "gone yonder", give us a platform on which to build a planetary renaissance.
Sample
I had bullet holes in some of my clothing but none ever touched me. I was not a great general, just a tall straight man who sat a horse as if he had been born there, a man with to me a mysterious and monumental patience. How repeated retreat can end as victory is another mystery. All I can think is that there are ways of heaven with which we are so unacquainted and ill-equipped to understand that the best we can do is try to be brave, kind and courteous while the mysteries roll forth before us.
Still, I would have to say that America is somehow a gift to humanity, despite all her cataclysmic errors and falsehoods. It is a most confusing journey she has traveled and is traveling still. If I have any personal pride, it is in the honest depth of my humility in the face of this confusion. It feels to me that when all is totally lost on the field or in the supposed halls of reason, the hand of grace reaches out and tenderly touches America so we may carry on we know not where.
Imaginary Letter from George Washington
Amocracy in America - Imaginary Letters from Beloved Visionaries.
By August Jaccaci
Amocracy is a new word coined by August Jaccaci meaning the power of love. The letters in Amocracy in America from forty-five beloved visionary thinkers all "gone yonder", give us a platform on which to build a planetary renaissance.
Sample
I had bullet holes in some of my clothing but none ever touched me. I was not a great general, just a tall straight man who sat a horse as if he had been born there, a man with to me a mysterious and monumental patience. How repeated retreat can end as victory is another mystery. All I can think is that there are ways of heaven with which we are so unacquainted and ill-equipped to understand that the best we can do is try to be brave, kind and courteous while the mysteries roll forth before us.
Still, I would have to say that America is somehow a gift to humanity, despite all her cataclysmic errors and falsehoods. It is a most confusing journey she has traveled and is traveling still. If I have any personal pride, it is in the honest depth of my humility in the face of this confusion. It feels to me that when all is totally lost on the field or in the supposed halls of reason, the hand of grace reaches out and tenderly touches America so we may carry on we know not where.
Imaginary Letter from George Washington