You get to that age where you&#39;re watching a lot of television, and who doesn&#39;t want to be on television?

Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me. A city of harelipped ghosts.  America was different. America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

My earlier views of the unsoundness of the Christian scheme of salvation and the human origin of the scriptures have become clearer and stronger with advancing years, and I see no reason for thinking I shall ever change them.

Written By Abraham Lincoln

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