Food for Thought. . .
I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
These are some of the words from Abraham Lincoln’s first Inaugural Address. It is the first use of the famous phrase, “the better angels of our nature.” It seems that Abraham Lincoln knew a thing or two about not only our anthropology but, perhaps, a little of the observance of All Saints’ Day.
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