Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Warning

“[Y]ou know ‘our’ people will warn you, ‘Don't get too spiritual.’ You never heard anybody saying ‘Don't get to rich’, ‘Don't get too much education’ but rather ‘Don't get too much spiritual’ . . . Do you know why? Because they’ve been dragging their feet for the last ten or twenty years, and they’re afraid you’ll get ahead of them.”

Leonard Ravenhill, “Give me Souls or I’ll die!”

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