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Show ?ll will be no thought of ' g e t t i n g back.' Of course, we know who is reponsible for t h i s . . .vicious deed." His voice broke. He swallowed and bowed his head. Then he croaked, "The people of God do not take revenge. They know that vengeance is the Lord's." I searched the room with my eyes, surprised that such a speech would be necessary, and saw my brothers standing beside t h e i r wives or mothers. Some faces were stern, holding back tears or rage, some pinched and folded in sorrow. Surely they could see the p a t t e r n , how everything in our lives had woven toward t h i s ending. Our father had died for religious freedom, the centralizing p r i n c i p l e of his l i f e . It was a perfect, magic circle, a completion - such a rare and beautiful thing! He had died to complete his beginnings, to legitimize his being and ours, to pull the Principle beyond outlawed Mexico back to i t s home of the free and brave. He had died to provoke j u s t i c e and to promote r e a l i z a t i o n . Dream had established i t s e l f in mythical proportion through doctrine. Doctrine had nourished f a i t h and love. Faith and love had shored up the P r i n c i p l e and principl e had become r e a l i t y, spawning other r e a l i t i e s , other l i v e s : my own and those of my brothers and s i s t e r s . The dream had come true, the mission had been completed, the prophecy had been f u l f i l l e d . It was a godlike quest brought to consummation. As we knelt to pray, facing north toward the temple and the City of Enoch, I closed my eyes and saw my father as a u- • , n o-nannine- the beaches of America shining colossus above us a l l , spanning one as a great r i v e r of money s p l i t the continence of the nation in two. "Religious freedom means religious freedom," his |