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Show 52k and family were more than a group of narrow, self-righteous religious fanatics - t h a t we had raison d ' e t r e and were, perhaps, on a t r u e r track than most people in the world. Was it possible that we r e a l l y were God's chosen? Brian shrugged. He l i t a j o i n t and said nothing. "Well?" My g r in had gone s t i f f. "Well, what?" "What do you think?" "I think we'll a l l burn in h e l l f i r s t ." I gasped like a baby in strong wind as his words ^L'sfUd zzzzz through a l l the old thoughts of f i r e and damnation in my head. "What do you mean?" He shrugged again and picked a seed from his tongue. I had begun to hate that shrug. "Just t h a t . We've got l o ts to pay for." I pondered. I had been taught about apocalypse a l l my life. It had been almost hoped-for among some members of our group. Now, since Vietnam, i t seemed i n e v i t a b l e . But there was hope, there was always hope. This man, t h i s Leonard, had suggested a route to i n t e r n a t i o n a l peace. And there was the goal beyond apocalypse. I sat up. "Some will survive. the , Remember - Amillenium!" "The what?" "The Millenial Reign - a thousand years of peace, when Satan will be chained and Christ will rule the world with love. Don't you remember's*?- it's Mormon doctrine.A And our generation believes it, too -- the Age of Aquarius. Remember?" him with 1 sang a little of the popular song, trying to infuse* ^ my excitement. |