What is the shelf-life of human dignity? What you are we once were; what we are you will be. The monks ate bread and drank wine. They tilled their gardens, scraped their knuckles, copied manuscripts, cared for an abandoned child, and buried their dead with reverence and sacrament. The monks daily chanted the psalms. Listen closely: My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
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