The Lion's Way Fans!
We are into our third month of going public: Public meaning The Lion's Way has been in bookstores since January and Forza Facia is now not-as-under-radar as before.
We are trying (Peter and I), in our humble way, to affect positive change. The intent of the book is to highlight the number one problem solving tool known to man: EMPATHY. By discussing Empathy, icons of empathy and the hypocritical invoking of Jesus (when its convenient) instead of learning from his intent, is just one of the subplots of the book.
Share it with someone you know is open-minded.
Ruin a conservative party by bringing up some of the principles.
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Our will is to have people start to talk, become a bit more aware, agree or disagree but at least engage in the plight of our country and our place in the world.
We aren't the greatest country in the world unless we prove it every day! And some of the things this country does makes us less than the best!
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Forza!!
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BARTH FACED HIS MIRROR. HIS EYES STILL SPARKLED WITH
diamondlike brilliance, colored with the light of wisdom. At ninety-two, he was proud of the fact that women still considered him desirable, if only for his easy smile, unbridled laugh, and childlike exuberance. He simmered with more stamina and confidence than people half his age. Barth was a patient and attentive listener. His eyes twinkled with interest when most people—but especially attractive women—spoke with him. Many were smitten when he would quote verbatim little things they had confided in him from years past.
Today Barth was to receive the Republic’s highest scientific honor, the Order of Lucretius, for the third time. No other scientist had ever earned the Triple Laurel, that is, three Order of Lucretius awards. Barth’s closest rival and former schoolmate Zachaias Acilius had won it twice.
With scientific precision, Barth extended the individual hairs of his silver goatee and measured each one against the teeth of his stainless steel comb. Any that had grown perceptibly longer than the teeth of the comb he trimmed with small scissors. Some mornings Barth would spend as much as twenty minutes making sure every hair on his signature goatee reached the prescribed length. It helped to put his thoughts in order, especially when he faced a critical project deadline.
Barth had a mind to travel—not just from one place to another but from the present into the past. He had discovered the means to do it and today he would let the world in on his discovery. Even though the award he was about to receive recognized his development of quantum computing, he would use his acceptance speech to promote the highly controversial challenge Zachaias and he had both been working on separately—a way to predict and identify what seemed to be random intersections of distant time and space. They called them Time Continuum Intersections, or TCIs.
Putting down his comb and scissors, Barth slowly shuffled away from the mirror over to the mantle across from his bed. There on the polished surface above the battered scrollwork stood a photograph of a middle-aged woman with chestnut hair, smooth skin, and a nobility expressed in her unfathomably dark eyes.
“Good morning, Sylvia,” Barth whispered as he gently touched the frame. A rush of memories plunged through his soul: the warmth of Sylvia’s smile, their late night conversations, the way she sprinkled brown sugar on everything she ate. Barth shook his head with a smile. “So it finally happens. Today we pass up Zachaias. Of course, we passed him long ago. They’re just finally recognizing the facts. If only you could be here.”
Chuckling at the picture, Barth continued, “You know, Sylvia, you are and will always be the love of my life. And you? Do you still love your old heretic?”
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